Literature
Grey
My world used to be black and white.
That was all, two opposite hues divided by a line.
“Always be kind,” they said.
“Never tell a lie,” they said.
Everything was so clear. There was no grey area, because grey was bad.
Then one day, I met you.
Suddenly, my world was filled with grey.
It’s a miracle really; grey becoming something beautiful.
Thoughts of grey are usually indecisive, melancholy, lusterless.
Grey skies, grey skin, grey memories.
But you make me want to know things; to challenge the lines I thought I knew.
I don’t want black and white anymore.
I want to watch the grey skies