Gray

She doesn't talk about darkness enough, Rarely does she stop, stare darkness in the face and acknowledge how creepy it is. How subtle it creeps up, slipping through tiny holes and cracks-almost imperceptible- till it merges with light. And she finds their dwelling together normal There’s still light. It’s just… It’s just not bright enough to save her. Notice how much light mixes with darkness till it turns gray. Gray is normal. Gray is life Gray feels like balance So she’s underwater. She's drowning She’s not asking for help. She’s not proud. She adapted to gray.