GREYSON ABBEY
…Shades Of Grey.
I know I'd have loved it if my life didn't turn out to be so bleak, conflicting, preferably in black and white.
Grey is my favorite color, but I don't want it reflecting in my life because that will make my life uncertain.
My name is Greyson Abbey.
Hear me when I say that everything in my life is characterized by grey.
Grey outfits all over the closet. Room characterized by grey colors. I didn't know why I loved grey. My mother, in blessed memory, would scream her lungs out when I was dressed in overall grey from head to toe.
She'd tell me to be wary of the significant meaning of grey. I cared less. I'd rock my grey with reckless abandon.
Should I say Karma is a bitch for somehow rewarding my obstinate attitude to my mother's words by turning my life into shades of grey—an uncertain and conflicting life?
My mother is dead. It hurts, but what hurts the most is my father's blind-eyed decision…
