A Grey Day

I have been blanched by the days I see lately.  I wish to view people and places as a combination of colors and sounds, but I am stuck in a grey sleep for all eternity.  My dreams entertain realities of goals playing a song of heat and benevolent actors upon me.  I have little interaction with persons around me, and I feel like that is where I choose to be.  Putting words on a page when I am experiencing drought in my life, is difficult.  Today I search with sentences that paint a canvas with artistry that can find a beauty in the dim and dark.  I feel like the scary forces around me are starting to lose their power and authority.  I pray that this is the reality.  At this point, I stop with the flow of words on the page, and listen to the thoughts in my head and the feelings in my heart.