Is life really a jigsaw puzzle?

Where we’re all pieces trying to fit in to one large piece called the society?

Or are we truly just art?

Each with different colours, some bright and some dim but colours nonetheless.

Art isn’t justified, it is nonchalant.

Layers of emotions; anger,melancholy, glee, love, dislike
All blended in one piece of inexplicable art.

The brushstrokes define the deepest thoughts

And the shades are a reflection of you.

Light and dark keep clashing inside us,

But when they meet, it’s grey.

We are grey.

-M