Slaves of opinion

Eyes carrying no life. Soulless. Mindless. A rule. Dispersing disease. Descending.   There is no colour here suffocating weight of grey. The search for the steady wanting it with plead, unknowingly continuing to breathe.   They’ll never start to be, for they don’t know the meaning of ‘to become’. No opinion, vain gazes wandering around.…Read more Slaves of opinion