Grey Ch.1Ch. 1 The still air is dry and cold, chilling my unmoving body to its core. Emptiness. That all I can feel. A voice inside of me, leaving only an empty shell of frail skin and bone. Yet, this hollowed body contains memories that replay like an unending movie. Memories of bright vivid colors and sounds, a picture clearer then anything these dead eyes could see. Now all I see are dull shades of gray, reflecting what is inside. The memories run all the way to the beginning, or what i remember as my beginning, all the way back to that day when life was filled with color. Gold, spring sunlight streakeGrey Ch.1
