Week 1 - Tuesday

Dear diary,

The weather's pretty nippy today isn't it. I mean, you wouldn't know. You're just a bunch of dumb spaghetti code. For those with the physical comfort of being able to tell the weather by touch, yes, it is a cold, dark, gloomy day.

Picked up a song through a friend's recommendation - Cannonball, by Damien Rice. It's funny how sometimes you listen to a song that's almost fitting; to the surroundings, the ambience, and your inner state. This is one of those times. Surrealism.

Today the colour of my world is gray. Not a moody gray that spells sadness and heavyheartedness, and even though the sky is literally wispy gray, that's not the gray. This gray is more like a b&w photo from the 50s, reminiscent and pensive.


A colour gray
like the ash of eden
a chill of the flesh
the warmth of the heart
enter the forbidden

A colour gray
a world of silence
the monotony of life
broken by contradiction
a song of defiance

A colour gray
let not concede ruth
but a cleansing of mind
the purity of soul
a seeker of truth

A little poem that I wrote. Not feeling garrulous today. That's all for now.




Regards,
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