I love colours. My cupboard, my stationary, my bag, my room, just everything thing associated with me screams in bright hues. In fact, my entire life has been very colourful. When I was down it was blue, when hurt – green, when happy yellow, when in love PINK!!! There is one colour I hate however - black. and now amazingly enough, I have started liking it. Why? Is it because my life has become black now? Or is it really black? I think it's colourless... which colour would that mean? That would be too much confusion... but I think it's apt because there is too much confusion right now. I don't know what I feel. Am I defeated? hurt? sad? frustrated? or everything? or nothing at all? Maybe I am not feeling anything right now, the reason why I am so confused. Yes, that is the reason why. I have never felt this way... or rather never 'not' felt anything. Never really got the time to sit down and just erase my mind for the worries. I kept running behind the colours, from one colour to the other, and got so wrapped in all the colours that I didn't realise what ugly shade I had turned into. So I decided to give time to the most precious person - ME! And I washed myself from all the colours I had adorned over the years.
And now I stand clean; colourless!
And now I stand clean; colourless!
