I thought something grey would suit the moment. A blank dark world, no colour, a solitary tree, seemingly alive yet lifeless. I am not feeling the most energetic of chaps, I’m exhausted, physically, emotionally. The week was long, somewhat not good, but it was also not bad with some amazing highs. It has been one of the most emotional rides I’ve had in a while, but gracefully it left me still standing, in a light, having existed in darkness. I know things are still ok and alive. It’s all ok. Maybe there will be more colour to the way I see myself soon, instead of a fearful and not pure yet not evil grey kind of way. I am not grey, I am coloured. I am alive. I mustn’t forget. For now, that will have to be what I will hold onto.
