A Prismatic Hunger

Please, give me some color. I cannot stand the shadows and the deception, the pretense, the false semblance. The same pale, tasteless consent and dull compliance. Tell me there are different shades of gray, that the world is within and without and that it would cease to exist without its painted intricacies. That the perceived can embody both good and evil, but that they aren't the same shade, not at all. Help me see the difference between crimson and red, olive and sage, yellow and gold. Let me unearth the strange intensities, the deluging iridescence, the hues and tints and glows. I'm so sick of black and white. So set me free, let me go.