The Sky
Sometimes, there are days where the sky is tinted a hundred different gradients of grey. She wants to paint it; it’s like the forbidding expression of God colouring the entire sky and Earth and the souls of everything alive. It would be menacing only it’s the frown of a stern old man who acts mean but cuddles the stray cats when no one’s looking.
( Read more... )
Comments 2
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment