The Grey

Born devoid of color, any concept of the relationship between feelings and the way our life experiences correlate with them.

Dependent upon where you are from, how you are raised, the company you keep.

One cannot simply ignore the emotions evoked by certain colors, even more so dissected into different shades. One blue- painting a happy clear picture, bringing forth feelings of the yellow sun’s warmth shining upon your face; and the nomadic clouds, floating, even beckoning you to take flight.

In whichever direction the wind may take you.

Whilst another; more brooding blue, may take you back… to that cold, wet, day…

When the rain fell in straight, cold, sharp lines…

And with soaked clothes, you are at least reminded,

It is, possible to still feel…

Something.

As Uncomfortable as that may be…

Then there is red.

The color of anger.

The feeling you get when life is unfair; when your blood boils from bad thoughts you thought they think you thought…

Making it difficult to reason.

Making it difficult to love.

Love- Which is red.

The red lips of a clown.

Bringing joy from its frown.

Passing an air of laughter to a child's heart, giving the space for a child's heart to smile and forget the feeling of boiling red anger.

The red nose reindeer that guides Santa's sleigh, the red attire of the person in the white beard.

One day a year who we believe in, who can muster the perseverance to fly through cold, in a red coat.

And the occasional coal for crisp accountability.

Red anger boils….

But red love is kind.

Red is both a struggle and a caress to free our minds.

There does exist, universal space…

A color if you look hard enough, maybe,

Just maybe, we can all see.

That strange, fantastic grey…

The area we all may inhabit, freely, without prejudice…

In the space where lines become blurs..

Vision distorts.

There in that space.

May I meet you?

Will you show me that your red,

Is my blue?

That your golden sunshine…

Is my dark cloud?

Only there, in those sidebars and underpasses,

That is the place,

The space…

Where you will find me.

And when we look upon that great world below,

From the mountain tops.

From that great cosmic landscape.

Ill find,

We’ve been looking upon the same world.

All of us.