Awoke to the grey morning light which creeps in, thrilling the objects and my ashen skin, The warm vapours and still slumbering sheets' fragrance. Now we're desperately embracing the days for no reason while the tapped veins of autumn keep on shedding the pouring rains. turning numb to their glassy caress, we disappear from the days from the memories from the entries from the vividness from the sight of each other to relentless inevitable death.