I live in Grey. My own personal world, devoid of colour. A greyscale myriad of life. And the person in the mirror, she lives in a rainbow whirlpool. She has a sunshine golden smile and gay laughter. It pierced the heaven and brings down…

Blue pearls. They sparkle even when the world clouds over. But not here. Not on the other side. Where I resign. The longer I’m here, the more I feel like shadows dancing are no more than whispers. Something barely heard. I’m barely heard.

She’ll glance at me, if only for a second. To judge, to watch, to help. Then she’ll forget about me, putting me behind her as an image. A moment. That is forgotten in grey. Even knowing of my existence she doesn’t wish to stare at me. I’m nothing knew, I’m an eyesore. I remind her of all the things she hates.

But she’s wonderful. She’s so lucky to be going somewhere, to move further than her small caged steel. I once enraptured her interest. I could not keep that though, nothing belongs to me. I don’t belong to me.

Shrouded by grey. I wish I knew how to long, or I understood what is meant by passion. I feel nothing, cold glass that I am. She’s warm, when her hand touched mine I knew she was more than what she said about herself. I understood her fate, I was to follow it. But I cannot live it.

As she grows, I change. Knowing something covered with grey’s disease cannot relieve their pain. And so that is how it continues, how it works, how it revolves. Loving or not, I’ll always be apart of her. As she is all of me. So it goes…

I live in Grey.

And here I stay.