I am like the grey sky. There is no sunlight, and I am lost in the darkness, and I do not know if I want to find my way. I am alive, but it is very dull and boring, and sometimes I do not know if I wish of more colorful clouds or I prefer the comfort of the dark ones. The clouds look heavy, and I feel the weight, but I do not know if I want to let go or keep holding on. All I know is that anytime now, the grey sky is going to burst.