our bodies were too close together
we blended and mixed
until we became a mess, unrecognizable
oh these
shady days, and those shades of gray
they
peeled away from this
black and white world.

we were the best mess
i've ever seen.

♥

There is no clock in my room. I have learned to tell the time by studying the shadows; their varying lengths and differing shades of gray.

At dawn they are faint, ghostly images projected by objects recovering their physical forms from the darkness.

Throughout the morning I watch as they become darker and more assertive, making advancing ( Read more... )

( Shades of Grey )

                                    Shades of gray,follow me slowly ( Read more... )

i'm staring up at the sky on a crisp october evening
my paper cup once filled with wine
lay crumpled in front of me
he touches my hand
and clears his throat
i love you, i love you
the seagulls in the background echo my thoughts
the air is thick with the scent of fall
and my heart is many shades of gray

She walks down the hallway, alone. There are no pictures hanging from the walls, just different shades of gray. The wet paint smell drifts off the walls into her face. The smell is intoxicating and burns her nostrils when she inhales.  Each footstep hits the floor with a slight tap, the kind of tap only a little girl under forty pounds could make. ( Read more... )

Somewhere between Black and White, I found Grey, and we held hands underwater and watched the world grow old ( Read more... )

  He sat down, in the middle of the room. An empty room, in a now empty house. Goose pimples raised up on his honey hued brown skin, and his frame, hunched up as it was, quivered rhythmically. Another shaky breath left him, as he attempted to hold on to the remaining shards of self control he possessed.

His body shook as his breath deserted him ( Read more... )

She ignores it when they frown at her, but that’s never enough; they start with the questions, then, and she says the same answers time and time again because it’s the only way to stop it. They always accuse her of things: they say that she’s too scared of their disapproval, mostly, but she doesn’t see how they can think that when not choosing is ( Read more... )

She loves to be near the water, because there are no shades of grey here. Literal ones, perhaps, when the weather grows stormy and the sky threatens and the waves toss, but things are what they are here. The sky watches over all, blue and bright. The sand covers the vast expanse of land, grainy and soothing underfoot. The wind tosses the waves, ( Read more... )