quiet-star

Would you believe in days of grace? Would you believe in some ability to make things right? Could you tell me what's compelling us to fake our smiles? Could you let me take your fall? There is a cloud outside my window It's burning a hole inside my vision of the world You see it reminds me of some things that I thought I'd forgotten Honey it's all so grey. *Chorus* Cos all I see are shades of grey... (rpt)

force feeding you ideas, words, funnies things lose their sheen if you stand too close it's so much easier to be afraid

She wondered how deep it was. A blanket - no - more like a massive pile of fog meant she could barely see the sides, let alone the bottom. A gorge implies something deep; gargantuan, though. Could a person survive a fall into there? Suddenly all she could feel were invisible hands, grabbing at her, pulling her forwards; she felt giddy and stepped back from the edge. A wide, but uninteresting moon shone through thick cloud. The cloud was thick like the fog. She wondered if the fog was thick enough to slow her fall; how thick would it have to be? Would she have a few moments' more time to contemplate her fate? And in the morning; would the fog