I don't know what grey is, I never did.
I knew red, blue, green.

I knew, anger, sadness, sickness.
I knew how yellow felt.
I knew how purple felt.

But I didn't know what grey was, I still don't really know what grey is.
I know how to feel.
I know how to taste.
I know how to speak.

But grey?
I don’t't really know.
Is grey sad? Mad? In between?

But now,

I know what grey is.
I know how to feel it.
I know how it tastes.

I hope nobody else knows what grey is.
Angry. Sad. Pain. Helplessness.
cold. Tired. Scared.
Everything at once.
I know what grey is.