A man walks through a park
A quiet calm breeze brushes across the grass
The sun gently shines onto him
A squirrel climbs a tree
A butterfly floats into view
The man notes the grey wings
He sighs, seeing it lands on a grey flower
He lifts his head and surveys his surroundings
The grey sky, the grey people, the grey birds
Unsatisfying, he thinks, something must be missing
The man finds himself at a club
Music blaring
People throwing back drinks
The humid, sweaty room makes him uncomfortable
He squirms
Thrusting his clenched fists into his pockets
He looks back up
Noting the grey hands holding grey cups
Until he sees it... her
Something unfamiliar about this girl
While he doesn't know what it is
He knows it isn't grey
The people surrounding her seem unphased
All of the grey people intermingling
Generally disinterested
But she looks like she's enjoying herself
So he makes his way over to her
Moving closer he gets a clearer view
This girl wasn't grey
In fact, she was anything but grey
Everything... but not grey
The man clears his voice as he approaches her
"Are you... feeling alright?" he asks
Why something had to be wrong
Didn't it?
In a sea full of grey she stood out
She laughed and quirked an eyebrow
"Of course I'm okay, why do you ask?"
The man, troubled, sighed deeply
He thought hard and responded
"You see... you're different"
She squinted at him looking offended
"No, no all I meant was..." he exhaled
"Everyone is grey and you.. aren't
I'm not sure what you are but"
He looks around the room then back to her
"You aren't grey you're... vibrant?"
She smiles at him and says
"Its called color"
He thinks about the word before mouthing it
Color... c-o-l-o-r color
"You are... color?" he puzzles
"No no, I am colorful" she corrects
He thinks to himself for a moment
"Why is everyone else grey?" he asks
She took his hand
The world around him shone
The monochrome people became vibrant
Everything filled with color
He saw lights shining around the club
He looked around, bewildered
Cups the same color as someone's lips
A picture of the ocean matching his shirt
Her eyes the same as the grass outside
Her hair close to matching a wood tabletop
Her dress the same as lavender petals
He didn't know what to say
She let go of his hand
At the loss of contact, it stopped
The grey crept back in until
The monotony set in again
"What... who..." he stuttered
She looked at him amused
"Who are you?" he asked her
She looked at him once more
And began to walk away
"No wait, stop" He pleaded
But she continued walking
He pushed through the crowd
And tried to follow her
Until he lost sight of her
The man put his head in his hands
The shades of grey smothering him
He found it harder and harder to breathe
He ran outside only to find more
More and more and more
Never-ending
Grey
He shed a tear
God how beautiful it was
What had he just lost
The man began to sob
He hugged his knees
Huddling into a ball, he shook
Time passed
Minute after minute
Hour after hour
As the sun rose he lifted his head
Across from the park
He saw the grey grass
The grey flowers
The birds, people, benches, dogs
And then he saw It again
A tiny speck
Of...
Color
A/N: This is a description of the scene that plays in my head when I listen to the song linked above, highly recommend giving it a listen.
