I remembered this feeling, It's all too familiar. My lungs filled with the same smoke, a kind that makes you feel everything, making me weak and fumble minded.
Haze, that's what I'm in. A fear, lack of sleep, anger, and sadness induced haze. The one person I care the most about mysteriously gone. No clues where he disappeared to, no hope of finding him. A haze, a haze that doesn't seem to have an end.