The Grey
Such fanfare comes with joyous times We engross ourselves in the balloons of memory, Released as the grand floats of literary construct Roll by for our enjoyment. Thunder and lightning abound And Rain pours down In the darker literary universe, As we take umbrellas in hand And enjoy the beauty of the storm. But what of the grey? What of those times of calm? They are viewed as boring, Robotic, doldrums, of the every day A mere existence between the extremes But why should this be so? Just as those old faded photographs Speak to us from generations gone by, And on our death beds we long for One last mundane moment with our loved ones, So too is there beauty hidden within The many shades of grey
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Mental Journey
I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.
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