Nothing engulfs you .
into this world of bland grey
nothing to get you
nothing to fear.
nothing to run from.
but if
the pain finds you
or the fear returns.
and it trys to taint your world,
your world of comfort,
the one where everything is blurred.
and you are detached
unable to be bothered by anything else.
if its the blue of sadness that taints your skin.
or if its red of a deadly sin.
maybe pink for embarrassment or for love?
yellow for happiness?
black for madness?
but my skin it is a muted grey.
like a cloud on a rainy day.
the grey is not consistent
but it is all the same.
in this world without pain.
the one that made the world outside
the one with all that color
enough to bear.
so in my world everything is blurred into,
obscurity.
anonymous.
nothingness.
so i bid you ado,
my dear old friend color.
i have one more favor to ask of you,
could you not make the sky blue?
I'd rather it be green like poison and disease
or grey like numbness and detachment
just like me.
-.-
T.T
