Lately I have noticed
A preoccupation with grey.
I’m wearing it on my fingernails
On my legs
On my feet
On my torso
But mostly,
I’m wearing is inside my head.
It’s a lack of colour obtained
By combining
Two polar opposites.
The black
The white
The absence of light
And the abundance of it.
Shady unclear thought
A process of complacency
Lost ferocity
Blurred lines that once
Formed a boundary,
A definition of a whole person.
Now it’s just a white noise haze
Encroached upon by the dark.
Grey matters
Inside my grey brain matter.
