A shaded world of grey...
It makes me imagine my own world immediately.
The feminine human crushed me, once. All that is left of my world is grey, and those immortal clouds that never cease their rain. Their presence is bound to me as long as I remain broken. I hope every day for a new sun to rise from the endless horizon, the sun I will never see. A distant hope arises however, when I see that one girl. Will the feminine crush me again? I cannot know.
I would dearly like, someday, that my story may be told in a flash film on Newgrounds, with some of your music, Trevor, however dim any hope of anything I have, is.