There's something so magnetic about the colour grey.
  It's neither dark nor light.
Not evil or good.
It's a calm colour of silence.
And it's comforting too.
It's easy for me to float in gray clouds.
Lay in grey sheets.
Even talk to the stone graves.
Despite the ugliness in the world, there are still splashes of love and wonder around.
But as the sands run by, I feel weaker and I just want to stay put
in silence.
The brilliance of white permeates through every corner though the world itself is stripped of it day by day.
The shadows of blackness wrap around us from time to time. It can be easy to succumb and surrender.
I'm so tired, so drained.
I just want to sleep and stay lost in the grey...