• When the color seeped away from the edges all around my room surrounding me, everything became a solid color of black. I can still think, and still breathe, but i can't feel my body. Not knowing what to do, no where to go, I sat in the corners of sullen. For a short time I figured I was lost, not knowing where I had gone; maybe becoming blind. My room I could not see and my hands I could not feel. Just I'm only describing what is real. When before my 'eyes' I see some color slowly fading into my existence. For the time that had passed in this time were but years. Your sense of time has been altered, so has your sense of being. I know it's hard to imagine, but I still walked about unconsciencly throughout the crowds of people, denying what was real. I waited and waited for the color to reappear (to see); not knowing it was already there. I figured throughout this time I had actually changed places, when i was really always there. I felt, as more color came back, a certain presence; warming. Being scared yet almost frightened, I open my eyes fast as if I’ve woken from a dream. The person beyond me, is that beautiful girl, of which I cannot see. She lifted the silent vale from me. And the bleeding color, is a part of me.