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Those random days when nothing is out of the blue, when all your errands are such washed in the monotony, that the superficial vista appears as if camouflaged in a typical sepia. A canvas of sulky colors is what becomes an epitome of your sullen temperament. Those typical days when the wind blows less frantically, when the leaves of the trees appear as if frozen with dullness, when the sky looks unexceptionally white and there are very few clouds particularly depicting the lack of activity. Those days when the sun is neither too bright nor too dull. Those are the days when every number in your cellphone belongs to a switched off phone or a person out of coverage area. Those days when the songs in your playlist become soporific and the movies on your pc loose their entertainment ability. Those are the days when the idiot box stands true to it's name and those are also the days when your house is covered with a visible layer of dust you could not dust away because of your busy schedule (or out of laziness, let's have it this way). Such is the illusion of Grey Moods. You know you're not sad. But you're not happy either. You're just irritated. Irritated by every single thing around you. You crave for silence. But it's the silence that's eating you up. This state is just inexplicable. You don't know what is going on. As if you've lost control of yourself. You feel like screaming, but your voice won't drop out. You feel like crying, but tears won't roll down. A state of baffling anger and anguish.
"I wanna run with this reckless emotion. I wanna drive with this frenzied motion. Even if I crash down and burn out, at least I'm gonna know.....what it's like to feel alive"
