The sharp images she had carefully tucked away now had a fuzzy quality, almost as if her mind needed glasses to regain their lost clarity. The more she looked for their distinctive outlines that set them apart from the rest, the more they merged with the rest of her unremarkable memories. The islands of vivid colors she had carefully nurtured for sustenance were dissolving, leaving a collage of totally insipid colors that depressed her. So she did the next best thing. She shut them out completely, creating instead her own islands of impossible colors in the sea of her consciousness.
Written for 3WW CCCXLVIII
Prompt words this week: sharp, fuzzy, depressed