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White light from the street lamps shone in from the blinded window. Everything was grey. The cold, painted brick wall was all I had. I held my hand against it as I laid facing on the cheap bed. I had never felt silence like this. Grey always felt good. It felt good in my hand. It felt good on my skin. It felt good in my eyes. I could see nothing else. The cold brick was all I had and all I wanted. It was the only moment of neutrality in the loud world around me, the loud pain inside me. I thought I would never see color again, and I was realized. I did not move. I sank into the conformity of the moment. I wasn’t unwanted. The grey did not care. It held me in it’s arms and accepted me as I was. It’s gift to me was the cold brick wall. The only thing that felt real. It did not pulse. It did not live. It was grey. I wanted to be grey. I offered my hand to the wall, but the grey did not accept me. It was just there for a visit. It told me it would come back for me. I will wait for the wall again.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
Cold Brick Wall
White light from the street lamps shone in from the blinded window. Everything was grey. The cold, painted brick wall was all I had. I held my hand against it as I laid facing on the cheap bed. I had never felt silence like this. Grey always felt good. It felt good in my hand. It felt good on my skin. It felt good in my eyes. I could see nothing else. The cold brick was all I had and all I wanted. It was the only moment of neutrality in the loud world around me, the loud pain inside me. I thought I would never see color again, and I was realized. I did not move. I sank into the conformity of the moment. I wasn’t unwanted. The grey did not care. It held me in it’s arms and accepted me as I was. It’s gift to me was the cold brick wall. The only thing that felt real. It did not pulse. It did not live. It was grey. I wanted to be grey. I offered my hand to the wall, but the grey did not accept me. It was just there for a visit. It told me it would come back for me. I will wait for the wall again.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
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