When people ask me what their favorite color is, I have two options in mind.
Purple.
Galaxy purple.
Streaks of infinite and mysterious melancholy, slow but intense, passionate but detached. How it feels to stare down at rushing water crashing over rocks, the tug in your gut reminding you how close yet how far you are to reducing yourself to nothing but a memory.
That purple.
My second response, which I am more hesitant to share, is grey.
I don't think people really understand why I love the color grey so much.
That kind of grey you see when you look up at the sky and find beams of sunlight piercing through tireless clouds. The lines of light cutting across the blanket of... grey. The contrast between the softest shades, and the harsh lines accentuating them.
It doesn't matter how hard I could try, I could never describe grey in a beautiful or intricate manner.
Because it isn't. It isn't like blue, with words like "crystal" and "deep" to go with it. It isn't like yellow, how people describe it as happy or soft or hopeful. Grey isn't any of those. It isn't a color you look at to make yourself think of summertime, it won't ever be the color you use to describe how flashy something is. It isn't a center piece. I see my friends look up when it's about to rain, and grimace. I follow their gaze and meet the sky with a smile. Not because I'm happy that it is about to rain, but because of the feeling it casts over me. It's constant. A blanket over you, a color that doesn't hurt to look at, that isn't harsh or demanding of your attention. It's comforting. It makes me smile at the blue sky even when the blue can't be seen.
Grey isn't spectacular.
It's not special.
It's not a favorite.
It's overlooked, never a second glance aimed at it, often considered bland and untasteful. But I love that. I love how it doesn't seem to care if we think it's stunning or not. I love how simple it is. I love how average it is, how modest it is, and that even if grey did feel the need to brag, it wouldn't have much to brag about.
Yes, purple may be a color of mystery and passion, and represents royalty with beauty and grace, but grey holds itself with a dignified air of resonating comfort and simplicity. It's indifferent to what we have to say about it, and never falters in its belief in what it is, and what it wants to do.
a/n
hello. it's me. I really love the color grey. hopefully, the next time you look at a cloudy sky you remember the beauty in it. grey is relatable.
drink water
feed yourself
take care of your body
I love you starflowers, keep on growing. the next update is going up on the 14th, look forward to that :) drop a vote if you enjoyed this, or don't. up to you.
-alex
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