The Saddest Little Jester

Have you found yourself elbow deep in trash in search for that weightless contact lens? I am that lens... not yet discarded, but nevertheless lost. If you find ME within my works you have found me in my worse. The worse of things to come and the best of things to go. Find the Waldo. He's behind the bush... his heart beating around it trying to escape the hordes that stand trans to it attempting to capture him. Novelty no less a greater bargain. He submits as they comb his body of colours and leave him to contemplate only the monotone... gray scale. As my emotions once were; gray scale.