A Sadly Boring Story

Why is it that people think that gray is a color of lack of joy? A boring color with no taste? I'm feeling gray today. This abundance of words are not meant to be funny or entertaining. They are meant to be gray.

It is meant to be uninteresting, though you're still reading. Are you perhaps trying to find an interesting development? Or perhaps some confort?

This world is full of divertissement and it's sometimes hard to find yourself in it.

This world is full of colors, yet you become blind to it. There is beauty everywhere, yet we focus on the bad and ugly. For some unfortunate reason, we keep ignoring the beauty of things. So much so that we become ugly ourselves. The gray is inside our pinkish hearts. Not that anyone really bother to see it.

"Why look at our own faults when we can mock other's?" Is that what you think? Does it hurt less that way? Does it create new colors? Or does the gray inside you grows everytime you do it?

This story is not entertaining, it shouldn't be. I did not put my heart into it. My heart is starting to feel colors growing, so I should stop writing here, as this story is not meant to be pleasing.