Grey Zone
The sky is the colour of wet stone as the traffic piles up under buckets of rain.
Comfortably sat inside, the writer observes the vulnerability of humanity.
To see such hauntingly beautiful fragility by being in and out of it's existence,
is a privilege she'll never truly understand.
Comfortably sat inside, the writer observes the vulnerability of humanity.
To see such hauntingly beautiful fragility by being in and out of it's existence,
is a privilege she'll never truly understand.