I'm Tired...

... but it's not anything that can be remedied by a nap. For once I am sick of seeing grey, and it's not due to these past morose days. Although, I could leave the weather at fault for my sulky mood. Everyone blames the weather, everyone. Even if the forecast predicts nice weather, my vision would remain hazy. Right now I plead to see things in black and white. A plea for color would be too greedy. Perhaps I will call in sick to the world for a few days, and revert to my sullen self. How am I expected to hold up these splotch silhouettes, when I myself cannot define them. How? Ok, I will be your crutch, but I have been given a broken pair of wings that I perpetually mend. This time I will use needle and thread instead of duct tape... for you and for me. My mind is indisposed, so now I will pretend to sleep. I'm tired.