Europa's Space Of Poetry

Gray*

Retaining inspiration to better my situation; another may see gray and think gloom, whereas I see a rainbow from my perception.

Gray to me is that fine line that petrifies folks; panicking, without realizing that it takes away your sanity once invoked.

I am ingenious, layered with principles that pushes me infinitely toward transcendence; as I continue, I realize that where I was weakened, is now a strength of independence.