the clouds are feeling heavier
than they've ever felt before...

a million gray rocks and stones
falling from the sky
hailing, hurling, dropping
on everything in sight...

light diminishing, hope as well
the fog consuming me...
walking blindly, stuttering, stumbling
earth fades to black and white

i am walking white chalk,
through gray clouds and dust,
marking up the black asphalt,
forcing on it my life...

despite the clouds surrounding me,
the rain begins to fall,
the chalk, my body, running
draining slowly away...

senescene now is killing me
each water clogged step harder than the first,
in a world that is so black and white,
cold, dark, lonely at best...

the colorless mist and atmosphere
from the surrounding clouds
are the closest thing to peace I find
in this desolate state...

and the clouds are feeling heavier
than they've ever felt before...