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Grey.
My day, the sky, my heart…
They’re as clear as a foggy crystal ball.
My breath, my skin, my face,
cold and stinging from the howling wind outside.

Grey…
Will I ever be red again?
or pink? or golden?
Will I ever blush at the promise of affection?
tickled pink at the thought of someone?
or shall I remain bland, black, blue?

Grey!
I never wanted to be as sad as a shade…
Haunting the halls of my past…
When will I ever be truly happy?
Or will I remain forever balancing,
on the knife edge of sadness and memories?

Grey.

I’d rather be golden.

My laptop is broken.

I was seriously freaking out when this happened. What am I supposed to do when I get home from work? How do I update my status in Facebook? How will I be able to read my favorite blogs?! Horrors!

I was left with no chocice but to find other things to occupy my time. Instead of spending hours in YouTube, I found the time to cook dinner for myself. Nothing fancy, but it was healthy and nourishing. Instead of trolling the web for interesing websites, I found myself sorting my laundry, putting away clutter, doing chores I normally put off until the weekend. And instead of spending ridiculous amounts of time playing mindless applications in Facebook, I read books.

You know what, I don’t even miss my laptop. ^.

I was feeling a little bummed out earlier today. Rain always does this to me. I had good plans, mind you. I cooked Pasta Alfredo and planned to watch a movie, then drink hot chocolate and read a bit before going to bed.

The thing is, I was just hit by the thought that all of what I wanted to do would have been more fun if I have somone to do it with. Luckily, this brief bout of pity party ended abruptly.

I should rermind myself that rain isn’t so bad. I have a lot of childhood memories where I looked forward to stormy grey clouds because it meant being able to dance and play in the rain. And besides, it also means cooler weather. Perfect for snuggling in bed, whether with or without someone.