Gloomy Disorientation

It's gloomy outside. Transferred epithet comes to mind for inside I feel just as gloomy. Maybe staying at home the entire day isn't helping, however the view outside isn't really the Devil's temptation either. My view consists of wild green grass touched by areas of ungroomed trees, scattered rocks and pools of rain water. A flatmate just left the house, two huddled together in one room, and I alone listening to Five For Fighting's 100 years. And I stare out the window.

The clouds above are a palette for the shades of grey. And some of the buildings join in the display. The puddles ripple as rain drops patter on its surface, once again reminding me of the reason I refuse to step outside.

The cold seeps through the windows, and I shiver.

I can't seem to decide what song I want to listen to. I wonder if people ever do feel the emotions so profusely described in all songs. Aerosmith sings with convincing passion.

I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep 'cause I miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing..

I look out the window once again. I contemplate my refusal to step outdoors. Perhaps it is a lack of invitation. Yet I believe the ability to go out lies in my own hands. And it is a willful decision, one that I will ponder over no longer.

I let the soothing strains of music calm me..