July 25, 2007
Vision clouds yet no mists are seen. No tears drip down the face, whose eyes blink away dry air. A black orb fills the space, closer and closer and yet never touching. It is shapeless, without mass or energy. Little flames and lights of happiness try to escape from behind it, this cloud of depression. Behind is the same dark, the antithesis of all hope, an eternity of dread. The eyes cannot pierce the suppressing circle or the hated infinity beyond. They cannot reel in the flames of hope until the mind behind them can connect to the fire within.