CarmenSchwitzer

So many days and months and years... invisible moments saved for later recollection. I was there, I remember as in a dream behind a clouded window. I was dying there behind the scenes, proclaiming I belonged while all the while hiding behind my indifference. Eventually I would wander off alone to seek comfort deep beneath the shadows where meaning wears no colors. Inside my precious solitude grey became the kingdom of my universe. So many days and month and years. . . in time the endless shades of grey finally became - me. I am the grey.