EYE #2

Rising out the air with fortitudinous stamina dark knaggy vines invade my, as yet thought, precious mind. Color is sucked form my eyes and my skin takes on the rough texture of wet concrete. I can’t seem to get anything straight in my vision it is there but it is not, I can’t seem to really see things anymore. At one point I could see things and they seemed bright and fun, but now I am dead to that view point. Washing around in my head supposed goodness evaded all my grasping thoughts. Grabbing for it always makes them fly farther away from me.