Random Stuff I write

Finding Our Color

Maybe we're red like the run down, worn out, busted up youth of today. Flicking ash and drinking our problems away. The wild ones. The resilient ones. The beautiful ones.

Or would we be orange like the open-mouthed artists singing our hearts out and spilling our guts to our bathroom mirrors when no one is listening. Pouring our souls into lyrics and melodies meant for ears that never hear them.

Perhaps we'll be yellow like the theater kids, secretly a wreck. Hiding in front of audiences and smiling smiles as real as the sun we get our color from.

We could be an electric shade of green. We'd be the druidic ones. The hippie, tree-hugging outcasts. Bullied for the mint in our hair and our pining eyes.

Will we be blue? Performers by night and sleeping our days away. Loved for our shows, but can't they see the death in our souls? No. Their desires are much too strong. Whores.

But what if we're purple? Wouldn't that just be great? To be someone that everyone else adores. To be able to do whatever the hell we want. Who cares about the consequences? Not us. We're purple.

No, that's not it. None of this is for me. I've heard of another color. They call them gray. The gray ones are the brightest and the darkest of all. They are the presence and absence of all of the above. We are gray.