Grey

a sound can mean a lot
unless there is a source.
That source, I always
fall at.

I feel it hurts sometimes
and It can make me happy too
but with both
(and the grey inbetween)
there’s nothing.

Nothing for me anyway.
I can’t read the grey.
Christ, the vibrance is dull
to me. A purple could be
an orange
to me.

rid these colours from my life.
I will give you life for it.
For, whatever I want,
I can’t live without it.

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