Colour 'Grey' stands alone in the world full of colours. It’s not the darkest. On a 'fair' enough scale, not even comparatively dark. It’s not the lightest. Not relatively light in rainbowic situations. It’s not colourful. It’s not colourless. It’s not incomplete, and not at all fulfilled.
It is the best colour to describe raw human emotions.
The colour ‘Grey' gives me power. It asks me to stand alone if it’s required. It tells me to tell the truth even to the closest ones. And to lie even to the unknowns. It makes me feel colourless. And, I believe, if something has the power of draining the colours from your life, you should follow it. Because, only then, it becomes a religion superior enough to win your faith. And a God genuine enough to be worshipped.
Grey is what drives me. It keeps my insanity alive against the profanity of my inner-self.
I wonder what would happen if the blood that bleed in my veins was grey.
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