Searching for color and meaning in this grey world not in the sense of meeting the perfect girl but, to see the gleam as the sun's light reflects off shining pearls and the deepest blue as the waves of the ocean crash against the rocks The smell of freshwater invigorates me to the point my heart will stop as I'm breathing in the essence of life through nature finally finding my way after all this time of being lost becoming one with the maker Searching for color and meaning in a grey world the world of politically correct speech and non-offense language one would think everyone graduated from Yale or Cambridge the way people present themselves with so much prestige where right beneath the surface hides all their pain and anguish freedom of expression is dying and we're trying to breath life into it but what's life without freedom? As freedom allows us to breath creativity into it. Searching for color and meaning in a grey world a world of melancholy and misery a world where no one sees visually a world where one has to wonder. . . if I were gone, would anyone miss me?