*This is just a little something I wrote about a year ago that I found and wanted to put on here:)*
Sometimes, all I see is grey. I see a grey past, a grey present, and an infinitely grey future. Sometimes, that grey fades to a lusterless white as life ceases to make any sense. Other times, it darkens to a menacing black as I lose sight of everything and see only that darkness which seems to consume my every thought. In these times of painful neutrality, all I want is the vibrance of color. I want to see the luscious green of the land and striking blue of the sky in the summer. I want to see the fiery yellows, oranges and reds that grace the world in the fall. I want to see the pale blue and weak yellow of the winter sky and sun. I want to see the fresh greens and blooming pinks of the spring. I want to see the changing colors of every sunrise and sunset. Sometimes, I see all of these colors and I feel nothing; I feel none of the magic that they can sometimes elicit, none of the emotions they can sometimes inspire; I feel nothing. It’s as if I’m stuck in a world of black, white, and every shade in between; I’m stuck in a world where I see beauty and I feel nothing.