It's the color or the sun-worn sidewalk as you look down while walking. The color of the clouds forming and brewing a storm with your swirling thougths. The color you see when you think of sadness and pain, yet it's what you know when you watch the churning ocean. But, you don't recognize it as the ocean when you wake and when you go to bed. Day after day after monotonous day, with the same faces and sights blurring into that one color. The color of the sidewalk you can't help but look at because the rest if the world has turned to that same color.
