Colors

To be honest, I’ve forgotten what made my life colorful.

Green colored papers seems to be too vague to be called happiness, neither does splurging on gold colored rocks or crystal clear gems.

Probably I need to look for ruby colored knitted tapestry or sapphire colored manuscripts.

But I doubt they’re able to turn my life colorful.

At this moment black seems like the color for me.
Or is it Grey?

Grey doesn’t seems to be as suffocating as black.