I’ve always loved overcast.
I have my reasons but they can’t be taught.
Discovering its depth is a personal experience.
I wonder whether other people love it or not?
I see overcast in everything.
From music to people to colors to books.
Overcast is all around me.
And I don’t just like it for how it looks.
Overcast is everywhere.
I see glimpses of it every day.
The world itself is overcast.
It’s not black and white - it’s gray.
Overcast is a lifelong friend.
Oh, the loyalty of that sky.
It mirrors our indecision, our pain, our sadness.
And it even rains when I cry.
I realize that I am overcast.
My thoughts, my moods, my tastes.
I won’t always be sunshine and daisies.
And living in denial is such a waste.
I show my colors and emotions.
About things future, present, past.
I want them seen, heard, and felt.
They’re what make me overcast.