the world around me
moves in black and grey —
same steps, same words,
same narrow hallway
of thoughts they never leave.
their lives hum quietly
like old machines
that forgot how to dream.
but me?
i walk in color.
i carry sunsets in my chest,
bright streaks of gold
behind my ribs.
my heart beats in red and violet,
in shades they’ve never tasted.
i laugh in turquoise,
breathe in amber,
and bleed in wild,
impossible neon.
they stare.
of course they do.
to them, difference
is something to fear —
a flare of light
in a place that taught them
to blink everything dull.
they whisper
because they can’t name
what i am.
they want me muted,
softened,
grey-washed
into something
easier to understand.
but i don’t dim.
i paint my own skies.
i splash my truth
on the walls they built,
leave colors on every place
they told me not to touch.
and when they turn away,
confused or afraid,
i keep walking —
glowing, blooming,
untamable.
they live in a grayscale world.
that is their choice.
their comfort.
their cage.
but me?
i carry a whole spectrum
in my soul.
and i refuse
to shrink
to monochrome.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
the world around me
moves in black and grey —
same steps, same words,
same narrow hallway
of thoughts they never leave.
their lives hum quietly
like old machines
that forgot how to dream.
but me?
i walk in color.
i carry sunsets in my chest,
bright streaks of gold
behind my ribs.
my heart beats in red and violet,
in shades they’ve never tasted.
i laugh in turquoise,
breathe in amber,
and bleed in wild,
impossible neon.
they stare.
of course they do.
to them, difference
is something to fear —
a flare of light
in a place that taught them
to blink everything dull.
they whisper
because they can’t name
what i am.
they want me muted,
softened,
grey-washed
into something
easier to understand.
but i don’t dim.
i paint my own skies.
i splash my truth
on the walls they built,
leave colors on every place
they told me not to touch.
and when they turn away,
confused or afraid,
i keep walking —
glowing, blooming,
untamable.
they live in a grayscale world.
that is their choice.
their comfort.
their cage.
but me?
i carry a whole spectrum
in my soul.
and i refuse
to shrink
to monochrome.
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