When I'm looking at my city waking up through the dirty bus mirror or taking notes about Florence of Lorenzo the Magnificent at uni
I'm probably grey.
Maybe beige.
I look like someone you'll pass on on the street and after that, you'll never see them again. Someone who looks like everyone else, they have a personality (maybe) and potential (maybe), but you don't really care and they won't really cross your mind ever again after those 3 seconds you shared.
Sometimes, I look like that after years of knowing me.

I don't mind.
I enjoy it.
My lines are hidden.