Friday, December 18, 2009

I wake up.

I wake up.
In a cold room.
I go outside.
To a cold world.
I get dressed.
To hide myself in warmth and colour.
I put my glasses on.
To be able to see the shades of grey.

I don't laugh.
Because I've been coupled with cold .
I don't smile.
Because frost collects on my lips.
I don't think.
Because it won't be thoughts warm and damask.
I don't open my eyes.
Because I'm tired of grey.

And somewhere, deep within the fences of my mind,
I've sewn myself a quilt of colour.
To withstand the grey.
I've sewn it with warmth and colour,
To cover up the grey.
I'm cold in a cold room, inside a cold world.

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