A shade of grey and yellow

Dear John,
As i bliss here cornering my views around the room i see a theme of grey and yellow falling upon my conscience drawing my attention towards an unknown realm of openness yet filled with sadness. This sadness is beautiful. I don’t know how is this possible but a shade of yellow and an never ending tickle of naughty breeze is making me search my deep belief of oblivion. I believe it exists and i believe it makes me question my own supremacy. I believe i see, i listen, i feel and i express. A monotony in me that i constantly keep liking but not much proud of. Not wrong was that poet who once said "For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever". Yes “I” here is not the brook, however i have been too fascinated by the possibility that “the brook” is that constant monotony which people feel and not necessarily like. I think this monotony is not a quantum of a certain person. This monotony is free and it is real. It is not created or destroyed, it just is transferred from one person to another in one form or the other. My dimensions of this monotony at present would be truly these shades of gray and yellow with added spices of little gusts. I don’t know where this monotony will take me or where I’ll be with this shade, but as for now i feel like befriending it, not letting it go. I know it disappears, is not consistent, but it never leaves. I hope i a doing the right thing. I hope i am being the right person