you are drowning in suicidal greyscale.
The world, so vibrant, paints our lives with emotional colors-
our thoughts, feelings, actions-
in the guise of reds and blues and yellows.
How a bucket of grey came to be tipped over your head, I do not know.
It covers your eyes, and fills your ears and nostrils.
Grey drip-drip-drips on the floor, pooling around your feet, staining your path with a lack of enthusiasm...
Perspective, in theory, is changeable.
If only I could change yours.
If only this mental switch was as easy as painting on a canvas...
The air around you dances with shades of vibrant magnificence-
might you open your mouth and fill your lungs with a new take on life?
Breathe in a new reality
of rainow-shaded vitality,
your will remember that YOUR life is more interesting, more important, than the contents of that spilt bucket of paint.