dark clouds above me

an ominous bank of dark clouds seem to be setting upon me... not sure who sent them but, they have apparent instructions not to leave post.
this niggly feeling of a strange familiarity. impending doom lurks round the corner. *peeks around* nothing there.
*sigh
the numbing set in.
the air is still and it smells like rain but, the ground is dry. not a drop of rain nor a faint pitter patter to be heard. the stillness of night. the laptop 's hard disk is humming in tune to the cooling fans... or is the other way round?
television's watching me, i wonder what it sees?
we're all fixtures of purpose. purposely fixing tinctures to duet some other's inkling. creating in someone else's ink, a permanence of ourselves. matching each creation with some flair of emotion. linking emotional ties to anyone deemed sufficiently permanent. in hope that colour and creative tincture suffice a link which just might, prevent one, from fading to black.