The Gloom of Grey
Motionless I float in the dark patiently waiting.
The world below invites me to light up its sky in glorious death but for now I must resist and wait.
The tools in my hands and the stains on my flight onesie give clues to the dirty job at hand.
Why did I listen to Fozza.... anyone doing business with him have community service forced on them.
He remembered looking at the station ahead and wondering how it has stayed so beautifully grey spinning in space.
He readied his brush to get the spot he'd missed for the last 2 cycles.
Motionless I float in the dark patiently waiting.
The world below invites me to light up its sky in glorious death but for now I must resist and wait.
The tools in my hands and the stains on my flight onesie give clues to the dirty job at hand.
Why did I listen to Fozza.... anyone doing business with him have community service forced on them.
He remembered looking at the station ahead and wondering how it has stayed so beautifully grey spinning in space.
He readied his brush to get the spot he'd missed for the last 2 cycles.