weirdo writes things

 Melancholic Air Like the true monochromacy of humanity   it feels thick but sparse   like pudding fog in the sky   though it does produce color in life. Out of the zeros comes the Number one. I ask 'is your vision bluish gray' for it could be both   In hopes that the tricks would fix   But it kicks. But life still comes out of color Feeling is color, if feeling is slumberous