somewhere in the murky greyI stand again, listening to the abyss, as it engulfs my senses and devours space around me.somewhere in the murky grey by ~DorX
Not the smoothest talker, but to escape its sermons is near impossible.
And they grow on me like a fungus, convincing me of improbability of meaning, folly of truth and existence of nothing.
I become unedible.
Convenient, as i didn't want to share the last piece anyway.
Someone opened a window. I feel a light breeze coming in and I realize how my room smells of rot and decay. 'Don't forget to put in your ear plugs from time to time', Someone says.
) 
Relief 
Sta.sh
