Grayed Out |
No filters,
Yet the mist gets in the way
Colours subdued,
What one mostly see is gray
Misty eyes...
Is that muted joy or muted pain?
Can you see beauty?
Or are you fearsome of rain?
Pumping heart...
Curiosity-filled or anxiety-drained?
Are you soaring high,
Or are you gasping for the sky?
Grayed out, reality is
May your truth be found, not missed
May one find you in vigor, not in dissolution
From up high. into the deep...
"One Man Walking Alone Along the Coast"
Northern Pacific State Highway 101