Gloomy thoughts scattered inside my head
storm clouds passing though my eyes,
what will I find to the other side?
Your warm hug or the whistling of a lonely cold wind?
I am weary of this grey canvas not because I am tired
but because our efforts seem to move in one direction only.
Towards chaos and uncertainty.  
Yet again I do not lose hope for i am happy to give everything for love and my story is one of many thousands and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon.