Clueless Ink

On occasion, the sky loses its usual grace, dressed in a coat of gray and gloom.

It ceases to resemble that painting that holds your gaze, instead, appearing rather plain and drained.

Perhaps the clouds scatter haphazardly, birds fly closer to the ground, or the sun fails to caress your lids just right.

It’s not the masterpiece you’ve painted in your mind; it’s more like a missing lens with a dash of reality, waiting for you to fight.