The world is a bal, just a circle in the earth.
It swarms with a swirl of color.
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes pointless.
Orange, the rise of a sunset, blue the color of the sea.
Red the blood seeping from your veins, or green of the pine trees.
Yellow, as bright as the sun, or a lone star in the night.
Brown, the horror of the haunted memory, or black, the fear of death.
To me, the world looked grey.
Grey, the morning fog, or a rainy day. Grey, the dull, continuing color, that never seems to leave.
Grey, the color of life.
