Grey
we see black as a sad color, and white as bright and happy.
but what is grey?
to me
its the in-between, obviously.
its the rope.
its timid
its the falling asleep at 9:30 pm
and falling asleep at 4 am
its light rain
its jumping in puddles
its coming home and smelling the fire waiting for you
in the fireplace
it has wisdom
it has been stuck in-between
the black and white
the right and wrong
the good and bad for a long time
its the soft smile.
its taking yourself out on a date
its wandering a city alone,
for a purpose
its being alone, but not being lonely
but, it can also be the lump in your throat.
or 5 am, but when you stay up, not wake up
its the sun and the moon trying to catch up to each other
a definition written
its expecting you to fit into impossible standards like a shoe cinderella’s stepsister’s feet
its a whole generation of cinderellas with no glass slipper.
its a poem with no end.
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