Tuesday, December 13, 2005
the evening had been alot like that day.
the colours had been almost surreal,
so bright in the crisp november air,
as the sun kept trying to break through,
only to be overcomed by thick chunks of clouds,
which turned everything gray.
sunshine and shadow
yin and yang
in someways,
muffled cries whispered in the quiet silence of the night.
makes nothing more than a colourless watercolour .
hazel
5:59 AM
