Can't be captured, Can only be written

Place: Balcony
Time: No watch


Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall, smoking Navy cut, feeling cold and incomplete, faking to myself that I am sad, I lifted my head and started staring at the view which is COLDBLOODED [sorry if you were expecting it to be beautiful or awesome]. I rushed back to my room to get camera, but came back with book and pencil after some artistic intervention.


"Everything cannot be captured, but can be written."


View resembled a violent evening, Haven't seen sun all day and the day is about to end. Looks like Sun is in battle with clouds, and clouds are kicking shit out of sun and finally some blood, and the result is this view with shades of Sun's blood and drizzling making it more blur giving a color of "Orange juice mixed with 90ml of Vodka."


Zooming out from the color, leafless winter trees appear as if painting is done by some 2nd class kid on pale Orange background. Zooming out further I see a big flat stone which is as big as a bed room with height not more than a feet covered with empty Beer, whiskey, vodka bottles.


Zooming out further I see the burning paper helping tobacco in it to burn, and then I take my last puff.


By the time I reached this ending on paper, drizzling became big and washed away the pale orange colored blood of earth.


Good Evening DARKNESS.