Not a particularily good piece, but I think it represents perfectly how
I feel. Many of you close to me likely know what it's about, and those
that don't please don't ask.

As I wake up, then sun is grey,
All the cheer has gone away.
The mood is not but grey today,
Grey, black, brown, no happy can stay.

The grey tears drop from our grey eyes,
We try to tell ourselves stupid lies.
But ever since you went away,
The world's been plagued by certain grey.

Day turns to night, night to day.
All become one, just one shade. Grey.
No happy faces, all turned away.
Yet we still tell ourselves it will be okay.

...Won't it?

-Shorin Quicksilver

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Daedalan, in the year 400 AF.