Bleak
Washed
out charcoal has a faded grey colour, nothing really special. It’s the most
blasé colour, hue, shade or whatever you call it. It’s the colour of the sky on
a cold December day right before it snows. It’s the colour your white shirts go
when you don’t wash them, even though you wear them every day. Or like the
bottom of your socks as they shred into gaping holes. It’s just a sad, pale hue
that says absolutely nothing. It has no voice.
