patches of dark circles,
chapped lips,
weary eyes starring from the mirror,
as tears starts to cloud my vision.
the world was no longer in radiant colours,
it was in shades of black instead,
full of trepidation.
patches of sweat,
dry throat,
blurry eyes starring at the microphone,
as my voice begins to fail on me.
the world was no longer in screaming colours,
it was dull in contrast instead,
full of emptiness.
anxiety got the better of me, as I start to question my dreams again.
