What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?
Are you just gazing at something or are you simply staring into space?
The unknown. The Uncanny. The mystery that unfolds right before you.
Thinking deeply about the void.
Constructing walls inside the imaginary.
Transforming the silence into noisy thoughts.
Flatness into inhabitated mountains.
Blue into pink.
Colors into Black and white.
What are you thinking about?
Nothing? Everything?
But then, why would I care.
Maybe you are just waiting for the bus.
In your black and white world.
Next stop "Mystery Plaza nr. 28"