I used to be pretty and bright, sharp and funny. I used to talk too fast and laugh too loudly. I used to be annoyingly optimistic and at times so passionate I couldn't catch my breath.

Too much water damage. It's really starting to show.

Don't come any closer, I'm now black mold.

I'm riding out the flood and I think I see the peak but where is the dove?

Maybe I'm exhausted by my own strength.

Maybe I want to crumble too.