Grey is the day
For all I know is grey
Grey in a good way, the most beautiful they
Tightrope walked the line
For years
Gazing into each pool, dipping toes in like a fool
When what I longed for was more
A way out
Reaching the end of the line, I so carefully tiptoed
Hypothetical suicide
And
Rebirth
The liberation of leaping off the edge of the binary itself
The vastness I splashed into
The beauty of a perpetual gradient
The fluidity of grey
Both and neither
Like me
Grey is the day
For all I dream of
Is swimming in the grey
About the Creator
ZAH
Artist / Musician / Poet
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