Status Alert: Mauve
I'm not sure what colour "blah" should be, so I'm choosing mauve (maybe beige would have been better, but no going back!) I feel like there's this semi-sepia tone that everything is radiating; a dullness that taints the vibrance that should be showing through. I don't know what or how to make me happy again.
There are the smallish things in life that give me a bit of a tingle every-so-often, but there's no more of the full-on belly laugh that I love. It's all so surface. Everything seems to only stay at a surface level. When I don't feel that laughter that starts deep down in your toes and surges up the spine and spills out of the mouth, there's almost no reason to even give an even half-hearted yelp of enthusiasm.
I've started to work on taking walls down, and it's been successful (to a degree) but there's still that deep down feeling that isn't there any longer.... Maybe it's still there but it doesn't seem to resonate as much as it once did. Maybe I'm expecting too much from life, maybe it's another sign of youth-detachment that has come with growing older. I don't think that either of those truly sum up any of it.
If mauve was the colour of the sky, I don't think anyone would find a reason to look up at it during the day; rather people should wait for the dark canvass of the night to observe these pin-hole imperfections of light, known as stars, to shine in a brilliant contrast to such a dull daylight.
There are the smallish things in life that give me a bit of a tingle every-so-often, but there's no more of the full-on belly laugh that I love. It's all so surface. Everything seems to only stay at a surface level. When I don't feel that laughter that starts deep down in your toes and surges up the spine and spills out of the mouth, there's almost no reason to even give an even half-hearted yelp of enthusiasm.
I've started to work on taking walls down, and it's been successful (to a degree) but there's still that deep down feeling that isn't there any longer.... Maybe it's still there but it doesn't seem to resonate as much as it once did. Maybe I'm expecting too much from life, maybe it's another sign of youth-detachment that has come with growing older. I don't think that either of those truly sum up any of it.
If mauve was the colour of the sky, I don't think anyone would find a reason to look up at it during the day; rather people should wait for the dark canvass of the night to observe these pin-hole imperfections of light, known as stars, to shine in a brilliant contrast to such a dull daylight.