No matter how colorful
all I see is black and white
no palette or aesthetic
will amuse my dull vision
the soft hums of nature
the noise of a bustling metropolis
are all too mundane. Boring.
The world is not my place,
not my home,
not my reason.
I bid you all farewell,
and gratitude.
For life in a monochrome,
you have tried to paint a spectrum on me.
colors of care, passion...love
It was beautiful
even if my tears wiped all spotless
It was beautiful
even if my sorrow numbed your kindness
It was beautiful
even if my departure was to you an attrocity