Grey...

....Misty rain, fog, grey, and cold... As an old friend calls it - "slit your wrists" kind of weather. The world outside looks miserably drab, depressed, and dead, bringing back many vivid, undesirable memories... Memories of fear, helplessness, violence; memories I've tried so hard to erase...

Why is it that these memories can never be forgotten, laying dormant, detonating when least expected....yet pleasant remembrances become distant almost instantly?

Funny how the mind works....