Quasi-Maladaptive Daydreaming

There's no word, nor picture, nor feeling to express the complexity of our pain.

But maybe.... our only hint at it... lies within the eyes.... they say that the eyes are the window of the soul.

But how can they say that, when all they see through it is fog and darkness? Tell me, when you step out of the steamy confines of a hot shower, what do you see in the mirror? As the glaze of water distorts your image? You see your true self. A flat, one dimensional being. Set to one color, the color of your past.