Dead eyes
Rain. Again. All gray. No wonder. The view from my bedroom window has seen nothing but gray smoke for years back. Ever since the explosion. The constant tapping of rain on the glass has become a sound so natural, that without it I think I would go crazy. I think I would not be able to cope with the silence. I wish to see the horizon once again. Will I ever? I turned on the TV. News. There you have it, more gray, an orgy of gray. A lot of colors, a lot of lies, but gray still. Pain and suffering wrapped in a nice colorful piece of paper, reeks with grayness because it's the same shit, but just a different day. Another zombie attack. They are happening more and more often. It might even be a good thing, maybe some color will come out of this gray blob our city has turned into, even if the color would be a bright arterial bloody red. The weather forecast has lost it's sense, they are not even talking about the weather, just about the number of days we spent without sun. It...