chalky and grey,
as though the skies were wiped in one constant motion.
strikingly bright in all of the dullness.
the attempt to calm the hurried heart beat,
the beat that beats away,
rapid and losing control.
except the sweeping grey watercolor that was splashed across the sky today.
in rows of books i sit,
hating this feeling,
wishing that it would go away.
if only i had not fallen so suddenly,
into your eyes.
let this be a dream.