Bad weather

The annoying machine's noise
fulfil the rest of being alone
Solitude days
Days of cold silence in the room
having the red in the walls isn't warm enough,
the outside grey came closer
and embraced the room and everything that lives on
Me.
Odd glimpses as I find beauty in such grey day
when things seems stand still
no motion no life no colour
yet deeply photogenic now and again.
Heart still alive breathing now as a slow and far away drum awaiting
likewise birds under trees
awaiting the sun
the sun on us.