GRAY

GRAY

The days were vivid and cozy, the love and care proliferated everywhere, but there was a boy clad in Gray. A face plastered with a smile, eyes beaming with joy but reeked of fear, regrets, and despondence, the laughs of happiness were tinged with wails of despair. The family who loved him with everything they had, the gramps who loved him, the mother who cherished everything about him, the encouraging father, the radiant brother, and his sweet little sisters made his life lively. The gray transcending everything and rejecting the warmth clocked the boy with regrets and despair, drowning him in a world of his own. His memories were always full of regrets that overpowered the warmth around him. The struggles lead to the accumulation of a lot more, never to be wiped clean, the GRAY clock, which transcended the common notions