All the issues you tried to cover and wipe off your days will eventually pile up to a thin, grey and translucent blanket that wraps up every day and night splattering everything that you used to find joyful. And while this suffocating feeling seems to suck all life that gets on its way, eventually, that thin, grey and translucent blanket will start to burn off to a small spine of smoke that will always dye days with an almost imperceptible, subtle, middle gray that will remind you that bliss is not meant to last forever.
