There are times when I want to be alone. And it's not anyones fault, but even well intentioned words , kind touches, turn into static. And it feels as though a wall is separating me from everything else, filled with mist and fog. If feeling and emotion are colors, then everything is grey, faded, muffled, not invisible, but washed-out. When I am in that place there is no where else, and there never will be nothing but this. But eventually it passes. Sometimes it takes days, sometimes hours, but the wall disappears. The fog melts away, the gray pulls backwards.

And I 



Am myself again.