Grey

This was  an attempt at explaining what color I would be and why.

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Grey is natural. You find it in every-day life, no matter where you look. Sometimes the sky can be grey – and sometimes that's exactly how I feel, like I'm a part of the sky and am flying so high above everything that I'll never be able to be brought back down.

People don't notice the color grey very often, and it's rarely ever anyone's favorite color. It's so drab and boring that people just look right past it, to the lime greens and canary yellows and vibrant blues. Who would stop to admire a grey sunset, or a dull grey landscape? No one notices grey because it isn't very noticeable.

But sometimes grey is noticed, and it's only when it's noticed that people realize what a power it holds. When the entire world seems to be grey, you realize how heavy the color is, how full of dark undercurrents and deep thoughts. When grey is on the loose, it cannot be contained and runs rampant over everything.

Grey is a part of so many things. It wants to partake in everything, be a 'member' of every group. Grey is found everywhere. It always wants to be involved, always wants to have some kind of role to play, even if it isn't noticed in the least. A lot of the time, it likes to remain unnoticed, hiding in the shadowed corners where it won't gain attraction, but will still feel like it's a piece of something.

But grey is constantly torn between this and that, here and there. Grey never knows when it should fade to white, or strengthen to black. Grey is afraid of being too solid, afraid of being one thing or another. It is always caught in the middle of one thing or another, never sure which path it should follow. Grey is indecisive, worried that a choice made might end up being the wrong choice.

In grey also lies mystery. Grey is hard to define, hard to 'put a finger on'. Grey is grey. There are hundreds of defining names that can be clipped to the beginning of grey, such as 'charcoal', or 'ghost'. But in the end, it's still grey, still that color that isn't really a color, made up of a non-color and every color put together.

That's really the problem with grey, why it doesn't fit in anywhere. Grey is composed of two different shades – white and black. White is not color, but the absense of color, the lack of color. What happens when you use bleach on clothes? It takes away the colors, leaving white clothing. On the other side of grey is black, which is composed of every color all conglomerated together into one shade. Black is everything at once, and is successful at it as well.

And there, between the two extremes of color and nothing, is grey. Grey is lost there, stranded between two opposites, confused about which way to go, and how to get there. Grey will always be lost in this strange, no-man's-land. It is grey's fate to be there forever.

Some people say that grey isn't important, that it doesn't even really deserve to be called a color at all. But that's where they're wrong, because grey does something that no other color can do – grey is the marriage of everything that is and everything that isn't. Grey is the peace-maker between the two warring factors, the buffer that keeps everything in the proper perspective. That's grey's role in the world. Grey is the undefined helper. Grey is grey.