I have roam the gray city, All this time I didn't realize... I was holding the color of my life.
The brush is in front of me the whole time.
As I was practicing my script, this gray world of mine sleeps. Fading to prism of colors reflecting each other with it's light. It's funny how really the bad day went, Chased by dogs,
almost choke, shirt ripped, rains heavily, it's a dark day but we still manage to be happy.
The Crew is my color. Coloring every single piece of it and laugh until we forget the flew of time.
It was remarkable, it was breathtaking I could feel, I could grasp my old self back. And leaving the grey world alone. I knew that one day it will haunt me again. I will savour the moment when it isn't acting.Each of the laughter we make, a single color created.
You guys are my pillar. I won't be standing if all of you are lost.
I don't want to lose the Crew.
If you look closely, esya was eating her hair.
