Grey.

From black to white to blue to green to yellow to purple to brown to black to white to grey. 

It's always the colour grey that it ends with. It's never black, though most of us picture it as black, in the end. Some of us picture it as white too, the brightest ray of white light, isn't it? 

But it's neither black nor white, it's grey because everything fades into grey. 

Everything wears out; alcohol, drugs, love, sex, lust, memory, forever, warmth. 

Pick your favourite moment of the present, write about it and slip that little piece of paper somewhere. Pick up that piece of paper months later and you will have a "grey-ish reaction". Grey is being in between. Grey is being in two places at once. Grey is being unaware. Grey is being carefree. Grey is being reckless. Grey is being stuck in a place you don't want to be stuck in but need to be stuck in. Grey makes you stronger. Grey is overcoming what you never thought you could ever overcome. Grey is that final moment when you are ready to let go, if you want to. Grey is good. 

Just kidding.