Pearly grey light makes the world brighter than it is, what with dark clouds and rain. Even a little sun between the cracks makes magic. Strange yet fulfilling dreams made my night full; if my days were as rich I’d be in a better place. I feel empty, between lives, waiting for the next thing to begin, to actually live instead of floating in this grey pearl existence. It’s a nice place to hang out but anywhere becomes oppressive if you have no choice but to be there. I must have choices, but I forget what they are. Live? Die?

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