Серый город

Sometimes you just want to turn off the lights, close the windows, and disappear into thin air - without obligations, without thoughts, without noise. The world turns gray, like a city after rain, but there's a strange honesty in that: silence heals better than words. Everything here is on the edge of sleep and memory. Love is like smoke that leads you thru fears, lifting you higher than allowed. Beautiful, a little painful, and real. And in this flight over imaginary rooftops, the main thing isn't to run away, but to finally allow yourself to be light.