"Am I losing my mind?...Everything seems so quiet. Colors of pink and velvet cover the outskirts of a city where everyone was in a rush to get somewhere. Patience is now a lost commodity. I felt my own patience as it became restless in the four walls surrounding Tom and I in his Hospital room. The smell of the bleach and the steady flowing color of white left me with a sense of dread that was unsettling.
That scared me most of all." Isis...