They tell me God is an amazing painter, even in black and white, but it has been grey. Everywhere. It didn't matter where I turned, it was all grey. The world had forgotten it used to have colors and the clouds had forgotten how to hang in the sky. They all came, resting, sleeping down here and they just would not wake up, rise. They all stayed, painting everything in shades of grey. They said nothing, they heard nothing. The only holes they had were those the rain fell through, and the only movements they made were those who took them further down, closer, made them more threatening. I wanted to look, to see, to hear, but the sounds were made dull and the view was hidden behind a compact, untouchable wall of grey. Standing still I could only hear the drops of rain that hit me and grey cars driving on wet, dark grey roads.
I almost forgot I had colors
till today.
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Wow!
It is rainy here as well... I need a warm fire inside my dorm but there isn't one :/
Johanna! You are beautiful. Your words and pictures capture beauty, His beauty in many ways. Thanks my friend.
Stilig Johanna. Du er flink med engelske ord og fargar og sånn, som vanleg.
Takk:) Eg har vel litt flaks av og til
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