Grey and wet morning

We live in a beautiful world, don’t you agree? Especially during autumn, when everything on trees turns yellow and roads become a drenched glistening grey. Greatest colour combination I think. Like the avant garde surf-wear material dress from Ramon two weeks ago. Wet, rubbery and squeaky, very very clean, like In The Waiting Line from Zero 7.

Even if you are just sitting at home on a rainy day, the world inside the house is a beautiful place. Just lower your blinds you’ll see. Behind the blinds the light comes through, giving a pale yellow like a hard-boiled egg yolk which sits serenely next to your black alarm clock.

I lay here, fighting to break out of my outer shell. Clawing my way through my head is bursting from the taut chains of bondage, when the pink tears and red peeks from underneath, I got my release and felt liberated.

Do you believe in me? Or would you believe in what you see?