Every night I go to bed dreading waking up in the morning. Every morning I wake up. I stare at the ceiling, Pretending I'm not really there. But I can't fool myself And there is no-one else to fool.
I close my eyes again and pretend I'm still asleep. It never works. So I get up and go to stare out of the window. The world outside is always colourless. Grey sky blends with grey snow, Swallows grey houses with colourless people who live there.
I look at the calendar - It says it's Spring. But that, of course, is a lie, Because Spring will never come.
