And that's when the tears started to flow.
Gray. Heavy, thick gray.
The emotions that I've done pretty good at pushing down have found a way to stir themselves up again. Feelings I haven't had since summer have crept back in.
Sometimes, scared of myself.
I'm doing too much.
I'm doing too little.
I'm spinning, churning, trying hard to find the color.
But all I'm coming up with is gray.