Good Morning to You

Everywhere I look is surrounded by grey. It drowns everything it touches and suffocates anything that puts up too much of a struggle. It cannot be avoided, for it follows you wherever you go. The only thing that can be done is to surrender and accept it. It is a mixture of the absense of all color and the combination of all. No matter the substance, the fate it renders is toxic. It seems to cast a air of helplessness, of idleness, and of lazy pastimes. This comes hand in hand with the rain. It manipulates and distracts while at the same time paralyzing everything it touches. It seems that only those pure and innocent are able to see the storm for what it really is. They see no beauty in the suffocation of all things and seek to combat the dark with their pure voices to no avail. Waiting in idleness is the only solution to the atmosphere of depression that surrounds us all. Worrying is of little consequence, for after many hours, it shall retreat and promise to come again another day.