Everything is calm. One storm has passed and another will come. Though it's clam, everything is grey. The grey that wants to cry but can't work up the tears to let it out. It's a sad day. I've been using these spare hours to prove to myself that life is something worth living. That even though things get so bad, the good will come and pick me up off my knees. I'm tired and hope seems barely enough to get me through the day. In the end, i'm here... and numb again.
