Dullest Of Colors


 

After drinking my witches brew from my World’s Greatest Grandpa coffee cup, I chewed my gummy vitamins and typed these words. While somewhere in the back of my mind, the dreams that awoke me early in the morning were still swirling  in my head. They were images of friends long ago, that gave me a place of refuge; still buried in my memory, but gone for me to see. But it’s those memories that shaped my future into the now, where I live today.

Dressed in the dullest of colors, grey with just a splash of spring. I venture out into a world that no longer knows me. Typing out lines of self-defecation and woe to all that care to read. Just a lost man in a lost world of instant gratification and 10 second blips of fake charm. All chasing that almighty dollar so they can afford to make their own blips of self-gratification. I don’t mean to sound so angry, I’m just grieving over the losses in my dream. Now facing a world not nearly as innocent as I was back then.

So what type of poison do you take? What item of death gives you pleasure to get you through the day? Words confessed on a screen of black, as to not hurt my eyes. Just meaningless banter just to past the time, when time is all I got. But the powers that be try to steal even that away. Just to distract us from the real purpose of life. Which is to love one another as we want to be loved. While darker forces have us worship the very ore from the ground, all yellow and shiny to the eye.

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