He can't breathe, he's losing his mind, intoxicated, burning inside, embers broken, and ashes all around, he's torn apart and his eyes are simply shattered~

That's how he felt sometimes. Burning. Empty. Dull. As if nothing even made sense. Everything was just a blue to him at these times. He felt he just wasn't enough, he felt things would be better if he was just gone.

At these times, he'd tend to zone out and stare up at the sky, whether it be a sunrosr, or moonlit night. He'd contemplate, and think about certain, sensitive things he usually doesn't desire to think about.

His eyes will dull also, and turn completely gray, no trace of green or innocence in it at all. He felt he wasn't good enough, that he could always do better, and nothing he did was alright.

He didn't know why he felt like this, maybe it was the death of his parents that sent him spinning down out of control.

It was like a spiral, a repeating sequence that went further away from the origin. The first part would be when he's his normal, intelligent, dreamer self. The second part would be the more snippy, angry, distant part.

It was all like a spiral, spinning out of control, he just didn't know when it would finally stop.