humanity is a vast palette
many hued and multifaceted
all soft, rough, violent textures
we are slow burning sunset skies
we are roaring, diamond waterfalls,
and whispering heat haze
we are blood stained hands
and gentle, searching lips
we are chipped paint
and red petalled window boxes
we are straining, sweat slicked lust
we are the gossamer silk of an age worn cheek
we are brocade and velvet
we are beard coarse, dusk hued wool
we are furnace forged knives
and blades of dew strung grass
we are broken signs and rotting leaves
and endless, frozen white expanse
me; I am loose woven cotton
I am eighteen percent grey
I am enough.
I saw a play last night where the lead actor gave a monologue about how the worst thing a person can be is mediocre. But the reality is that we can't all be the best at something, and some of us won't be the best at anything. And that's OK too, we sell ourselves short when we don't see the value in being average.
18% grey is a device used in photography, it's a shade of grey which remains neutral regardless of the amount of light shone on it. It is used balance light so that all other colours are seen in their true hue.
