Gray was the color of the clouds that never seemed to go away. Gray was in everything I saw; movies, books, food. . . the list could go on. It was the feeling I felt as I crawled under my blankets and shielded myself from everyone.
Gray was the shade of my eyes and the way I missed him. It was the reminder that what he did to me was wrong, but I couldn't help to think of the good times instead.
Gray was the aftertaste in my mouth and the dreams that kept me up at night. It was the hue of my life and I couldn't seem to escape gray.
