Grey

I'm starting to think life is black and white

I want it, or I don't

It's good for me, or it's not

It is, or it just isn't

Hope will glimmer here and there, casting light and shadow everywhere, blurring all harsh lines, leaving space for vibrant optimism. Warm hues of gold will glimmer through cloaks of cool air, stirring within me bouts of yearning to glow and revel in my own bioluminescence. But this candle has been out for some time now

And so I've lost my way

Because all I know is that I am grey

And grey belongs elsewhere