I saw crowds in the distance
Each group separate from the other
And I watched as they laughed and danced
Terrifyingly alone in the midst of a group.
Everywhere I looked, I could see a single colour,
Characterizing my everlasting loneliness.
It wasn’t as bold as black, nor bright enough
To cause you to squint and blink.
It was more like a shade of grey:
Colourless, yet comforting, and it
Smelled of old books, dusty yet nostalgic.