the short short story

Words have a certain beauty about them. It doesn't take a three-hundred page novel or sixty stanza poem to convey that beauty. Using no more than a paragraph, one can conjure the same power as a book, and require the reader to use just as much, if not more, imagination.

This is not a new literary genre but it is relatively unknown. Most of these are original short short stories. Those that are not are credited otherwise. When I think of new ones I write them.

I've included a lot of poetry and songwriting as well, especially recently. I hope you enjoy it all.

grey

why is grey a "sad" color?
it had been grey the day i had cried tears of happiness.
She had cried with me. one of Her tears had fallen beneath my eye.
it had been grey the day i had felt such pure peace and contentment.
the concrete i had stood on had been grey when i had realized that She was perfect.
the trees had been grey when i had felt myself inside of Her perfection.
the sky had been grey when i had realized that i was in Her mind.
She had caressed my face. Her breath had flowed over my skin.
the horizon had been grey when i had felt myself in Her arms.
the whole world had been grey the moment i had lost all sense of self.
She had absorbed me. She had shown me what i was.
so why is grey such a "depressing" color?

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