Favorite colors tell a lot about a person Some couldn't care less, choosing the first color they think of. Others put thought into it, coloring their soul with that color. I know that if I ever tell you mine, I'm giving you a piece of me that you're not ready for. Some souls love green, the color of plants, of life. Others prefer blue, the color of the ocean, of calm, free individuality. Others prefer red, the color of fire, of bright, deep passion. Yet others choose brown, the color of the source of life itself. And more. All are beautiful, all have something to offer. But I've always been mystified, by those who choose grey. Boring, flat grey. I see grey all the time. When I'm bored, unmotivated. I look for any, any color other than grey. But was I ever so wrong Was I ever so blind Grey has never been boring. Those who love grey know. They know the potential in grey, They know how much can be created out of simple grey. They are aware of the overarching presence of grey. They create so many shades out of grey, They see how grey camouflages the most spectacular that the world has to offer. But most of all, They see the glittering silver, in the boring grey. They see the precious metal, among all the dust. They see something precious, in the dull ordinary All hail those whose favorite color is grey, Misunderstood, mysterious grey. They give us hope, When we can't see the silver lining.
-By me- -Photo from pin- I haven't really written in a while, but I got back into it recently after some indirect inspiration from someone that I really needed. You know who you are, and you are so freaking amazing. Thank you so much. (didn't know if you wanted me to mention your name.) (I am so jamming to Survival in Motion by Taylor Acorn.)
