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