A Gray Heart, Unmoved by Collar Sand

Every city has a gray heart, holds its cold within, unmoved by color. Not just cities either, mountains, oceans, rain forests. It all strips back to this. In awe, he kneels and kisses it. So beneath the stocco, beneath that, again, man made attempt to make something look beautiful. Beneath the pomp and the lime wash, lime wash is a sort of whitewash that gives you a sort of slight sparkle. All trying to make things look fancy and grand. But beneath all of that, as he's realizing, as what it is, a steelto cap. Boots chip away the paint. There rain, their period of influence