warnings: none

title: grey

in the morning, there is half a moment of sullen quietness in the grey sky. an uncomplaining serenity, that just sits. it isn't welcoming nor hostile. no colour or light seeps from those still clouds. no movement, no life, no vitality. softly, the greyness spreads over the city, touching the cars trailing below, so that they seem to rush by like owls on the black tarmac, silently. when people wake to make their morning coffee, they see the grey and look at it with a sort of muted emotion, neither happy nor sad.

in that half a moment, people just exist. they do not hope nor dream nor act. they do not try to hold onto the moment. they do not try to change the world. they are simply ornaments in the huge universe.

sometimes, i wish people existed more.

the author speaks:
this just dumped out my brain but
i like it a little bit