1000 shades of gray.
In the middle arises a lone color.
Small, yes, but slowly becoming strong, confident. Proud.
The color rises and grows, grasping each and every shade.
Carefully not allowing it to fade away.
Soon, the color can show it’s true self; it’s true form of identity.
Thereafter, it can take over the 1000 shades of gray.
It can move the shades; allowing them to fall freely from the grasps of it’s roots.
The color takes flight, while the gray falls into the hole of empty dreams.
It flies across the dimly lit cup; allowing it’s being to slightly spill over the edge.
What is real is the site of the colors dripping down the edges of the cup.
I'm not sure what propelled me to even write this. I'm also not sure how to finish it. I must've been in a certain state of mind because I found it on my hard drive on my desktop computer while cleaning it. Let me know what you think of it.
i like it a lot.
ReplyDeletethis one little color overpowering all these shades of gray.
makes it seem so strong.
like you.
comparing it to your life..
somewhat.. idk.
you tell me.
but i adore it.
keep thinking and im sure your finished piece will rock my socks
haha
ditto! I love your ways of description...
ReplyDeletei like this.
ReplyDeletefinishing it would be a good thing, but i understand if you can't.