The personal blog of photojournalist Noah Darnell.

Oh, look at how she listens…

Oh, look at how she listens…
Oh, look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks;
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can’t get out of this place.”
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together to grey…
And it breaks her heart.
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night;
And though she swears it doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her it might.
She says, “I pray
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself
To get out of this place?”
There’s loneliness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together to grey
And it breaks her heart.There’s a stranger speaks outside her door
Says: “Take what you can from your dreams.
Make them as real as anything:
It’d take the work out of the courage.”

But she says, “Please!
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world.”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in;
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart.
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright,
But all the colors mix together to grey…
And it breaks her heart.

Dave Matthews’ “Grey Street” is one of my favorite songs of all time.

Stay tuned…
-Noah D.

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