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I'm Gray
by Lars Jorgensen
copyright 03-09-2002


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
I知 Gray. There is no color in me. You try to tell me my world is black or white, but it is not so. I知 Gray. I see nothing clearly. Everyday I walk through a maze of haze unable to fix my gaze. Hidden behind a veil.

Jealousy is green. Anger is red. Depression is blue. Cowards are yellow. Evil is black. Purity is white. Dead turn purple. I知 Gray.

In a rainbow of colors I知 Gray.

An overwhelming absence of fulfillment is filling me. As I turn toward myself. I search my reflection for questions to my many answers. Light as the wind I blow myself to pieces. I carry the burden of me. I search for a void I can fill. I search for health to fall ill.

I知 Gray. All colors are in me. My world is black and white, but I am Gray. I am weed. I am rain on a clear day. I am Gray.

When I知 cold I知 blue. When I知 hot I知 red. When I知 scared I知 white.

You search me to find that nothing is as it seems. Nothing is everything, and everything is nothing. You look into my eyes and see what is blue turn to red, and what is red turn to black, and what is white disappear. I知 the grain in your eye. I知 the hair in your mouth. I知 the stain on your teeth. I知 the gray in your brain.

I知 an open book. But I am written in a foreign language. My words you cannot understand. My pictures too abstract. The interpreter, where are you now?

I dive deep into the ocean. I find ways to rediscover myself. Only I am lost. I see things in a new light, in a place where there is no light. Streams of enlightenment pass through the waves above, but I am in too deep.

When I am lost I cry. But my tears are not wet. When I am found I rejoice. But I show no smile. My eyes are red; my thoughts are gray.




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03-10-2002 Peggy Bertrand    

Very well presented story has a lot of images. thank you for sharing.


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