Gray, neutral, sympathetic distance,cold and then… you.
My perfection of no form yet of potential. Can I understand?
Gray my shirt, this morning – the transisition from nowwhere to somewhere unknown.
Neutral like the gear that moves my car, from reverse into the parking position.
Sympathetic distance, the space between me and you.
Cold, your smile in the morning.
and you… myself.
Greyness, my state of inbetween.