pictures or whatever.

Bored bored bored...

Here's some crap I just feel like writting out..


Its overcast out and the sky is grey.
The sky is darker than the white house next to me.
The sky isnt a cloudy white at all.
The sky is a shade of "dirty thrift store white"..
The sky is the color of the smoke from my cigarette.
The sky is so dark right now.. that I could stare at the mid-day sun and not even squint.

The sky is the color of my mind; I stayed up too late last night.
My mind is hazy, and the world is dark.
Then suddenly, theres a light that cuts through the mist like a knife.
The light in my mind is a song, some smooth jazz; it wakes me up and sets my mind in motion.

The sky is still grey.
And the forecaster said we can expect it for the next two months.
And its still smoke grey, even if I've quit smoking.
Maybe someone else is somewhere right now, just sitting and making the sky darker.

Maybe.

Current Music : Cowboy Bebop - Bindy