Grey Matter

She comes home, she cries. She doesn't see anymore. She does see things but right now, emotion clouds up her mind and thoughts. She misses what used to be. It's hard, it sucks out pain from within her and it makes her hurt bad.

Well, that's over. It's almost like it never happened. It started out as a beautiful dream and horribly metamorphosed into a nightmare. And since you try really hard to forget the nightmares (they sort of fade away, really), the dream lay forgotten too. It's not meant to be touched. You can leave it be, just like that. Destiny. It's not meant to be tampered with or tarnished. There were no broken pieces, nothing to collect or sweep away. That was one of the best parts. And slowly but surely, the dust particles around will begin to settle once more.