Saturation, High And Low


A dryer hue


Sucked straight through


I am


While they

All look so bright

It hurts my eyes

So I shield them

And scowl in distaste

Towards their intensity


Can you tell me why

Everyone loves to feel so



I agree,

Monotony is grueling

But when I’m not grey

I stare

Right at the sun.


Can I just land

Somewhere in the middle?



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