.. Paint in blue and black.. Sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet..
The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.
A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.
Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.
Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.