The days grow stranger still..
Too much to do; so much time to kill.
Feelings in turmoil, inside this shell.
And the days they grow stranger still.
Some days sparkle and glisten ..
Bathed in a bright birth of light.
Others are dark and hellish ...
Like the nightmares I have in the night.
Why are there so many colours?
When so many see only black and white.
Hehee spotted this wee dude on Tumblr Ain't he the dose!