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Colourless
There’s an ‘I’. Only an ‘I’, nothing else. I’m the only one who’s somewhat colourful in this black and white world. I’m not saying I’m better than anyone else, if I should be anything, I would be the exact same or even more gray than them. In their world I’m probably just as colourless as they are in mine.
I’m alone in this colourless world and I feel best that way. I’ve tried to be together with someone in this colourless world and it was not even worth it. I’d thought the colours would come back if I was together with her, but they didn’t. It just made the world blacker.
When I was younger I remember I saw colours. All my friends did too, but the colours began to fade when I reached my late teens. I was sad at first, but I’ve become used to this boring world now. No colours, no beautiful flowers, no rainbows; everything is just dark and cold.
There is no one to grab onto if I fall; no one to comfort me when I cry; no one to smile to. It is indeed lonely, but most humans are lonely, so why should I be any different from them?
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