Itís not so bad a gray anymore. Itís just a light lingering haze like a smoke filled room. After a while you donít notice too much. I still remember what it was like before. Back when I hit natural highs easily. But I fell into an abyss I couldnít get out alone. So now the deep darkness has gone to gray. I go through the motions of enthusiasm. Once in a while a breath of fresh air hits me. I breathe easy for a bit. I miss little things like baking pies, I dread now. I let my daughter decorate the tree. I used to. I miss that enthusiastic, young and dumb me.
The little things we let go of over time... till it becomes a solid monochrome shade of gray. My daughters decorate for the season... it's enought for me and the wife to enjoy. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Rara Avis
Fair to middlin'