Things are shitty.
But things are good.
It's not black or white right now.
A strange shade of dim, slate grey.
In the forefront of my mind sits
The leak in the pipes upstairs
Dreams and goals
It all races in and out in a blur of color.
Mostly yellow, and that strange shade of grey.
Neutrality? I don't think grey is a symbol of neutrality. Quite the contrary. I believe grey is full of so many whirring emotions. I believe it has multiple facets, meanings and purposes.
I think grey is beautiful.