Ever had one of those days? Those days when the world feels numb. You’re a third party proctor to the torrent of energy engulfing you. Barricaded, your mind disregards every thimble full of thoughts, any whiff of color. You close your eyes and instead of a montage of painted hues, there is none but of black and white. When mixed together they make grey, and in grey you are stagnant, stationary, poised, stuck. Those days when everything you do seems insignificant; Thumbelina has stomped in your eye and you cannot see the worth. You pick up a pencil and it dies in your hand. You unite it to the paper and they become bitter enemies. You cry. Mourn their lost friendship. A black veil is worn. You wrap it tightly around you, then let it fall carelessly. Respect the customs of this numb world. Quietly disquiet. To scream would be foolish. To scream would be foolish. To scream would be foolish. But it would be loud. It would be colorful. It would be free. The neighborhood is asleep but up your back that feeling creeps and holding back your distress you weep and suddenly you take the leap! And a chasm is formed in the midst of the grey. The spectrum fills, your intensities widen and you accept the humility in the large world for it’s a small world after all. Full of, filled with, and comprised of. Your head rests heavily to sleep, and you dream of drumming daisies.