GREY MAYBE?

i like the hue of black, orange and blue
i like the damp and misty fog that lingers in the aftermath of a prolonged lazy rain
i love the snow, so cold yet so beautiful
i love the silver streaks of the bright sunshine. isn't it so rich?
i love the terrible riot of color but sometimes, it just gives a pain in the back of my head.

yet, they push me to choose a favourite color?
how could i possibly choose a favorite color?
how could i justify  the kingdom of colors if i had to choose one
they are all so beautiful in their own way but sometimes these colors just make me bleak and blurry
then i decide i am gonna go all black
but isn't black  a color too?

sometimes, i just want somebody who can build a safe abode with myself but then i also want someone who can perfectly unite with the demons in myself.
you may call me an unsure little bird and  continue deciphering my lines in your own whims and wishes , but how flawless are you?
after all, we are born under the same soil. aren't we?

sweet heavens!! the chaos and confusion that i live by
but that confusion is the choice that i've made to live by in our perfectly refined world.
after all, i do have something that i'm sure of....

once upon a time, there used to be a certain someone who was so sure about the things that she wanted in her life and then there was  also Plath who wanted to live all the tones and variations  in this horribly limited world.