Days Go By

What do you do when the emotions you expected to have are not the ones that occur? When the world falls in pieces around you, and in an expectation of despair, you see hope? In an expectation of comfort; simply more unanswered questions to accompany the devastating fraying of reality. And the world collapses around you, falling in blocks of gray; each shaded light or dark to match your days. Each occurring event is just another piece to the endless puzzle: and each piece found simply provides more questions, slowly diminishing the hope for an answer. And despite the endless struggle you've endured to discover each piece, the reward is just another shade of gray to throw to the ground. Another fruitless hope, another wasted love.

The passage of time is inevitable and looming. Here I lay in wait, engulfed in a pile of monotone days that consume my being. Endless and gray is this wreckage pile of my abandoned dreams.

Exhaustion besets my tired mind.