“Here comes the sadness that I miss so much. That lonely aching comes from every touch. I've grown accustomed to the grays and blacks. Because they're always coming back... Sit down for supper, won't you dine with me. Or can't you handle seeing all I see. I've grown to colorblind to cease my bitching. And I've grown to love the pain. And I move too slow and I think too fast. And the first rainbow I see will be the last.”
