#gray days

[sweet-harmony]

… shades of gray with a touch of pink …

@sweet-harmony

[miss-what-a-d0ll]

🌧️

[glitterinkpen]

[veirmillion]

I feel like gray days, quiet days, shit days whatever you want to call them are constant reminders that everything is temporary. They bring a sense of stillness, a chance to pause and reflect. It’s a time to be introspective, like a mirror for your mind to check itself. A reminder that moods and circumstances shift. I like to think of them as a space for balance, where days don’t have to be extreme all the time.

[gennsoup]

Gray days, the wind hobbling down sidestreets, I'm walking in a thirties photograph, the prehistoric age before my birth.

Erica Jong, The Heidelberg Lady

[babylon-crashing]

nostalgia

Around the time when earthly pinks and pearl

had been drained from the sky and the crows rose

in their trees to caw gray into the world

I stirred in nightmare, in sodden nightclothes,

in that sick sweat I get when pneumonia

curls cute in my lungs. I type in a fog

while in bed, one fingered, the nostalgia

of lust both heavy and out of reach. “Flog

a dead horse,” you text back. “Lust is all that

you write about.” Perhaps. These new gray days

of crow caws and ice match my libido.

Who do I turn to? Even my tomcat

retreats. Once I called lust prayer and could praise

pleasure. Now it's less grace and more deathblow.

[esuemmanuel]

Ojalá fuese eterna la lluvia, tiene ese algo que me inspira a escribir sobre la libertad... de amar, de creer, de sentir, de pensar, de ser, de estar, de desaparecer, de callar, de olvidar, de perdonar. Cada gotita es única, así como cada pensamiento que surge de mí.

— Esu Emmanuel©️, I wish the rain was eternal, it has that something that inspires me to write about freedom... to love, to believe, to feel, to think, to be, to not be, to disappear, to be silent, to forget, to forgive. Each droplet is unique, as well as each thought that arises from me.

[dbaydenny]

Gray the day sadly

passes, damp, cold time sifting

away the minutes

even when it's not raining

the sound of splashing, dripping.

.

D W Eldred