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Grey Shades...
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Grey Shades... Shading Things In Grey Not all things are black and white. Not everything is in vivid color. Some things are in shades of grey. That's where we are. Yes, I can still see colors... the reds, and blues, and the golds. On a bright clear day I see the majesty of life surrounding me. But then I come home and life looses it's hue. I'm tired of living a life that has no color... no feeling... no touch. I want a life again that's vivid and vital. One that knows smiles and soft gentle sighs. But how do I get beyond the shades of grey that you've painted for us... and not hurt you at the same time? How do we learn to live again without these shades of grey? © copyright unlistedone 2007 |
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1/25/2007 5:17 am |
Like Kat, I am not sure who you are writing about... but I feel the pain and frustration in this piece. All I can do is offer big hugs and say 143 always, my friend...  Not all who wander are lost.
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UNLISTED ~ It all depends on what you're willing to sacrifice in order to gain. *much love & massive hugs* / 143 /  This is my blog - [blog _Safira]. There are many like it, but this one is mine. RECOMMENDED READING: A F F The Only Site For Me
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*gentle hugs*
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We all know how it feels sometimes, to live in a world like this. Fortunately, most don't have to stay there long. While still others find a world like this everyday. They may escape it while they are at work, or out and about with friends. But, when it's time to go home again... it's there waiting for them. I wrote this, not looking for sympathy or a shoulder to rest my head upon. It sometimes helps to identify exactly where you are sometimes. A "State Of the Union" in an entirely different form, if you will. (Actually, I hate to admit it, but a stranger's shoulder "would" be nice, too.) Originally, I started here at Affairlook because of this. But you, my friends here in blogland, has helped me tremendously to help forget about it. Still, sometimes late at night, it sure would be great to feel a soft touch... and even make love. Or kiss... or hold each other... or something. lol! ~ ~ ~ Hi Kat... Yes, guilty. It's about me. I really don't know why I chose to do this one. It isn't my usual cup of tea. But, that was what was on my mind at the time; and I won't deny my own thoughts. And yes, I've long ago given up making things better... but I also keep trying. Maybe one day, she'll fall into a second childhood or find that she needs the same things I need. Until then.... Good to see you again. hug, me ~ ~ ~ RM... a beautiful "rainbow" hug. That's very kind of you, my lady. Thank you. Trust me, I'm fine... just feeling some frustrations. They will pass. hug, 143, me ~ ~ ~ Flinky... thanks for the kind thought. I know you mean it, too. 143,2! hug, me ~ ~ ~ Jo... that's very true. And sometimes it just gets a little overwhelming. I'll take the hugs, gladly! hug backatcha! me ~ ~ ~ Safira... That's the crux of it, isn't it? I've contemplated giving it "all" up, but that wouldn't be fair to anyone. So... a monk's life continues. 143, my dear friend, me ~ ~ ~ P... thanks for this loving thought. It's very true. The sad part also, is that some people don't even know they are living in a grey area. But the ones who are forced to live in it with them sure do. I'll throw up some "pretty" colors today. Perhaps I'll just let this post go away. hugs, and 143,2! me
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Shy... thank you. I can sure use them. hug to you, also. me
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My sweet friend......I too have lived in these shades of grey. I have sometimes cried myself to sleep longing for that loving touch once again. The thing that most surprised me as colors begin to come back into my life is how much the lack of communication affected those shades of grey. I mean.....we talked.....but sometimes we truly said nothing. And some of those nights that I wished I could feel his touch, he was feeling the same way. But neither of us wanted to step out and feel rejection again. I don't have the answers......I can only send you my love. And thank you for putting "color" back into my life in so very many ways. 143 always 
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Angel... the colors have always been around you. You just sometimes forgot to look "through" your eyes.I just reminded you, that's all. And I appreciate the love sent. 143, me ~ ~ ~ Angela... You know exactly what I wrote and exactly why. You've been there. But then, so many have been there. And we all will be there again. "Believe." Thanks for the offer of the shoulder. I just might take you up on it someday! Warm hug, me
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