Look into my eyes and you'll find a cold look of someone who is sad. These are the eyes of a man who lives in a world of grey.

These dead eyes watch as the world turns and I stay the same. Nothing changes only the way we perceive things do.

These eyes burn at the sight of ignorance. But some break the patterns of this cold bleak world. Some decide to change this world.

So perhaps all is not lost.
Perhaps there is still some color in the world.

-G.G.