a tornado of indecision. at once, so many options and so few. and he'd forgotten, again, what his colors were. who streaked him with the mourning tint? a smudge of grey across the landscape.
each day he'd awake feeling smaller. a tiny voice screaming out! but only as significant as tears in the rain: unseen, unnoticed. "a profound sense of alienation linked to lack of self-worth and -discipline." reading from a sheet. he likes to be told where to go, what to do. otherwise it's quite hard for him to move.
