Grey is the smoke emitted from the ends of a burning cigarette. Grey is me.

And I want to be of colours too


Dreaming black and white dreams to remind myself that the life I live is so devoid of the colour it so desperately needs. Dreams in shades of grey because grey is not a bad colour, grey is not dull. grey is the clouds on an almost rainy day, grey is the smoke emitted from the ends of a burning cigarette. grey is the colour of the eyes I find most lively. grey is me.

But I want to be of colours too. Because red reminds me of all the goals that are yet to be fulfilled. Red are the newly blossomed roses in my aunt's garden, red is the colour of my mother's most prized lipstick that she still doesn't wear, red is the most used colour in my watercolours set. Red is fierce, red is warm. I want to be red, I will be red.

And I want to be of colours too. Because blue tells the tale of the oceans and seas. Blue is the sky on a clear day when it isn't engulfed by the clouds, blue is the colour you wore the last time I saw you in person, blue is the colour of the book I'm reading because of you, blue is the colour I wish my eyes had been, so you would want to look at them more. Blue is cold, blue is serene. I want to be blue, I will be blue.

And I want to be of colours too. Because yellow are the sunflowers I saw on the way back home, I wanted to pluck one, but I didn't have it in me to do so. Yellow is the streaks of sunlight reflected from the window at five am, yellow is the colour of my favourite hair accessory that I don't wear outside in the fear of it being lost, yellow is the packaging of the last gift you gave me. Yellow is happiness, yellow is wisdom. I want to be yellow, I will be yellow.

And I want to be of colours too. Because purple is the evening sky when I miss you most, purple is the colour I paint my nails because you said it looked the prettiest, purple is the colour of the streaks in the hair of the girl who charmed you most, purple are the random contact lenses my friend bought because they were ‘totally out of this world. Purple is devotion, purple is independence. I want to be purple, I will be purple.

Green is the grass and brown is the soil where we sat down and made promises which weren't entirely empty, but definitely regrettable and filled with shards of broken glass. Green Is the leaf of the flower I wanted to get you, but that didn't seem right because why would I get you a flower? Even if you did want flowers, I shouldn't be getting you one because simply I am not someone in the position to be getting you one. Brown reminds me why I am in no position to be getting you one. Brown is the colour of your favourite chocolate, it's the same as your eyes, I never forget to buy it.

colours are diverse, colours are versatile. I want to live a life of colours.