gray

[jemz]

The color presses upon me, heavy and thick. The shadows play with my eyes as I search for that sliver of silvery grey, my chest burdened with the need for breath. Frantic glances bring me no relief as I continue to search for the way out, for the light to shine as the color darken and suck me deeper into an abyss.

Then I find the ray. The ray of light. The silver lining, (more like the bright grey against dark grey), holds strong as I grasp it, pulling myself up and out the oppressive color. I am surrounded by a brightness, nearly too bright to see clearly and too hot to touch. I revel in the minutes following, revel in the contrast of the airy weight.

Soon, I float. And I long for an anchor to hold me steady, to hold me in balance. The heavy, dark colour consumes me while the silver promised to blow me free, swallowing me in its light. Which do I want? Where is my balance?

I sink inch by inch from the heady atmosphere as the tentacles of gray reach for me again, curling around my ankles as my hand continues to grasp the silver lining above my head. I lay, stretched between both colors as I slowly find myself, slowly find that my own color is bleeding out of me and blending. There, I can breathe and fly and burrow into the ground.

There, I find my color is balanced.