Monday, August 16, 2010

English Variations

It is a damp seventy-two degrees outside, with a grey, abstract hood encapsulating everything below it, surrounding the desperate trees and defeated earth and surrounding me existing somewhere between the two. Grey is a beautiful color but for some reason the hue only seems beautiful in an upbeat way when spelled with an "a" instead. This sky insists on an "e" and within it I reach for the same vowel.

Around me this grey bubble tinges my skin grey, and my thoughts, too, absorb the somber dye that leaks through.

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