" When I close my eyelids, I see the gray and let it pull me into its nothingness until, the person appears to stain this gray, tainting the dull with infectious red or green or gold. They make it beautiful, and I resent the sun. For when I open my eyes the sun, she steals this peaceful pool of churning enchanted gray. "
When I grow up I would like to paint the eyelids of those who live in gray.
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