Walking Around the City One Monday Evening

I remember it being green. The color so sublime that it takes away melange of misery. The wallowing self in the streets that leads nowhere. I remember them being brown. The path so stern that you might want to mi -ss it but it is so hard to do just that. It often reaches to an aban -doned building, the cracks and crevices are hosting a lot of yellow within it. The kind of yell -ow that makes you want to have ice lollies. I remember the building being grey. Carrying on it's should -ers the dullness, the hate, the ugly associated to it. The yellow tells a different story. It doesn't care about the green, the red, the grey; the misery. There's blue directly diagonal to it and in it there's a who -le expanse of pigments. The hues and the tints that are just wondero -us for many but for yellow, it's what the world is. This city is beige, it always has been beige but if you squint your eyes at a precise angle, you'll see lavender falling down the sky and everything will be fine.