...And I thought, "So haunting, is the grey mist". . As today's dawn brings tears to my eyes. (though they are tears of the harsh wind). So painful are these thoughts.
I'm unstable and extreme. Good to bad, I've been burnt in between. The smoke from the fire in my soul. Makes a transparent haze. . There are things that I can't hide.
I once was lost in a foaming, roaming, rabid sea. Then blooms blossomed, changed my outlook. Now I've been set free. . I once was sinking in a quarry of quicksand.