i can feel hope, but not in yellow.
i can feel sad, but not in blue.
i can feel anger, but not in red.
i can feel happy, and i can see it in the whites
of my teeth, in the smiles of my parents, best friend,
and my grandmother when she was there.
i can mix colours for a painting on the canvas,
yet with my feelings they do not blend.
— gray, white and black are my colours and no matter their mundane-ness, their varying shades like my feelings, will never seize to end.