when you ask me if I'm bored of listening to your story, I ponder what boredom means to me and why I'm grateful for mundanity.
you colour my life in every tone of grey - in a nourishing, poetic, underrated way. grey - the soul of every colour in the world - invisible and aligned like all things well designed.
or maybe because grey feels like routine, and you’re the everyday that's to come and that has been.
you're where I set my bar for normal; you're my Sunday night pyjama informal.
You’re my common sense, my reality check, my perspective lens, my goodnight peck; and even your grim phone voice & plotless stories on sleepless nights are part of the palette I've come to adore, painting magic in monochrome.