On top of the green, infinite mountains
stands a man no older than eternity,
talking to nature as the soft whispers
of the wind echo in his ears:
telling him of a time before man,
when nature ruled in harmony around the globe.
...
My vision is only of gray.
“The world is a rainbow;” I know this for sure.
I’ve heard of the magnificent shades of human emotion.
I’ve seen them for myself, but I do not see in colour anymore.
I live within a personal orbit of dullness and nothing...