i know what grey feels like....

it's heavy. it is a weight.
it is a slow ship moving though narrow channels.

grey is the smell right before it snows... that sharpness in the
air. it mettles with your teeth... it ruffles in your hair.

i know what grey feels like...

it feels like a large clothe wrapped around your heart. it feels
like a veil in the back of your mind.

grey is when the words you want to say are very hard to find.

and grey is not a child laughing... grey is the sound of water
splashing on a calm calm lake.

and grey is a feather falling....

grey is the sound of rain hitting the windshield, and the rhythmic
wipers...

grey feels like a thinly padded baseball bat, with a suede cover.

i know what grey feels like.