His life...

How do you describe a grey paint on black sheet? Artistic, not really. Dull? Boring? Dead? Well that's his life now...


Walking along the bustling street became so dead. It seems that he has lost of his senses of what a busy, teenage fun life is. Living on suddenly became so meaningless.


The past few days became a turning point for his llife again. He has jumped into the zone of grey walls, trapped and nothing within. From a hopeful and bright world to a world where every colour has faded away. Even the source of light sealed itself, leaving no room for what it is called "life".


Do I even make sense here? Will anyone understand what he is going through?


I doubt so....