32. GREY While the world outside passes me by,
Everything draped in bright colors,
Contrasts, shades and beautiful mosaics at every corner,
A smile on everyone’s face.
My heart is, meanwhile, shrouded in a monotonous grey.
This grey that has enveloped all itself all over me,
Holding me captive.
Doesn’t matter how hard I try to shrug it off,
It clings to me harder,
Unwilling to let go.
You ask for the difference,
A distinction,
Between this unheard-of grey texture,
As opposed to the black everyone’s often conflicted with.
While it’s not crystal clear to me either,
There are times when darkness gives way to a meager glimmer of light.
But this vile grayness,
It offers no moment of respite,
The most intense of lights get washed away by this dreaded color.
It keeps strangli
