Some go up, Some go down

I mistakenly thought I’d had an epiphany the other day. I was awake and aware and the world was bright. The edges were crisp. The grass was green, so green.

I was in a whirlwind of change and heightened...yes!  And I knew what I needed to do, what was going to happen, why it was meant to be.  It was going to be alright.  I'd been viewing the world through soot coloured glasses for such a long time, and as the pain withdrew its agonising grip, I saw munchkin like Technicolour, ruby slipper Technicolour, all the cliches Technicolour!  And then each time I coughed, the pain returned, visceral, raw, each time I coughed, I felt another stab, and the fear, another glimmer dashed. It’s raining grey.