GREY. YELLOW. - ̗̀anthology ̖́-

grey. yellow.

Tell me how you did it.

How did you pull your
self out of this?
This vacuum of nothingness,
This planetary nebula
This dust.

I know.
You're still here.
You're still stuck.
But you're on your way out,
and I'm only just arriving.

Is it a
fake it 'till you make it
type thing?
You smile and laugh and your
problems are solved?

I see grey when I look at you.
The pretty kind. The kind you'd get
on palace walls.
You once said,
while we lay on my bedroom floor,
headlights spinning around the walls,
your freckled skin tinted orange.
What do you see in me?

I told you nothing.
I told you that I don't see
colours in people,
I told you my brain
doesn't work that way.

I lied.

Our brains are just the same.

And I see yellow in you.

And rose-gold.
And bright blue.
I see sunshine and beauty,
I see the universe in all its glory, constellations and supernovas and interstellar clouds.

I see brown in me.

Just tell me how you did it-
or do it- or will do it-
I need to know.
Tell me if this is the same.

Tell me what you felt,
then tell me if you still feel it.

-[it's 2:13AM and I think I'm going mad]