a person, a page
black and white
the lines are empty.
I start to color
but the blankness is quite
indelible.
I decide that I can live
in a world without color
because, after all,
who says it won't be fun?
As the days drag by and
I stare at the empty lines
black
and
white
over
and
over
I start to realize that color
is something that I may miss.
Maybe if I tell you, you'll
help me make an impact?
Good idea.
Or not.
It seems that gray is your color of choice.
Maybe my crayons just aren't bright enough.
So I leave you. Maybe you'll think about
adding some chroma.
Meanwhile, I'm left here, with nothing to do except stare
at this empty sheet
filled with only
black and white lines.
I'll color with you.
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