I sat in the corner thinking of you grieving for you.. missing you. Fresh tears flowed over all ready evaporated trails of despair. I sat in the corner enveloped in darkness A blanket of depression covering me A blanket so warm and inviting and hiding me of potential realities of hope. I sat in the corner against the cold drafty room wall stared at the gray walls Not really gray.. but my tears and sorrow had washed away all true color So gray is the color of choice The gray walls the gray bed the gray tears the gray fingers that wiped away the tears.. the gray coldness that cradled my in this gray bassinet of sadness I sat in the corner thinking of you but was interrupted by warmth Warmth interrupted my comforting coldness... My gray cold blanket was being pulled away I pulled it back.. but then it disappeared Where is my cold? Where is my gray? My gray window that was once cold and uninviting betrayed me.. I sat in the corner and gazed at yellow sunrays the yellow the yellow sunrays I just did this...I think doing keystyles helps bring things out of me...any type of critique(sp?) would be appreciated. I hope you all enjoy!