reality is shades of grey
I would love to be able to live through every day like I did on saturday evening. Everything was so beautiful, so colourful, so.. wonderful. And now I sit here talking to the screen, well typing to the screen and everything is really grey. I can look around my room and things are shades of these subdued colours. Nothing is vibrant or special. I touch things and they just feel like things. This is the keyboard, thats my bed, boring boring BORING. I'm locked up in my stupid head and I have all these walls and I WISH they would go away, and then I could feel things again cause you don't feel things. you feel grey. I feel grey.
I keep listening to this song over and over and its not beautiful any more. So really I don't know why I keep listening to it. Perhaps some mild hope that delirium will set in and maybe it will be pretty again.
I want to see colours.
I keep listening to this song over and over and its not beautiful any more. So really I don't know why I keep listening to it. Perhaps some mild hope that delirium will set in and maybe it will be pretty again.
I want to see colours.