Light

Light

The sky is gray. The buildings are gray and cold. The green grass that once grew in abundance is now a weathered layer of gray concrete, much like the sky. Their clothes are gray. Their hair is black, to show their individuality. Their eyes are blank, large gray bags hanging prominently from them. The words they speak, if speech was to be described in such a way, are gray. The blood they bleed, should they injure themselves, is gray. 

The work is hard, much like the concrete grass. The fabric they all work so tirelessly to produce always comes out gray. Always. The food they eat is a sickly gray shade, which is also tough to chew. Just like the concrete. 

The world is gray. The buildings are gray slabs. The people are no different. 

But there is one gray fellow who walks among these noiseless zombies of gray. A certain gray boy who has noticed a pattern beyond the word of gray that surrounds him. For once his food is not so tough, not so gray. For a moment the green billowing grass spreads before him and the sky breaks its outer shell to reveal clouds of white and blinding blues. When he speaks his words are no longer gray, they are something else. The boy is becoming warmer and warmer, color flooding back into his face and his bags disappear. When he closes his eyes all he can see is a flash of a bright color he can’t name, something he calls light is forming within him. A light he must share with his peers. 

The boy begins to shout, desperately trying to spread his beauty. One by one the gray people wander over to him. And one by one they tear at him. They spit on him. Bite him. Beat him. Curse him for ever bringing such a thing into their gray worlds. One by one the light and beauty within the boy is destroyed. And when the sea parts, there is only a sad gray boy behind. 

The gray boys eyes are blackened, bags hanging underneath them. The gray people begin walking towards their works, trailing a desolate path of gray behind them. 

What the people cannot see throughout their thick gray exteriors is the tinge of color that shines in their eyes. A light that will burst forth in glorious day, discarding their gray vessels behind them and destroying everything in their wake.