The Colour White
Why is the colour white so cold. Like icy fingers it steals the colour from ur very soul. It is if all the colour and laughter is sucked out of anything that is around the colour white. A colourful kalidoscope vortex of nothing. What is left once the colour is gone? Are we complete? can the world exist in only black and white. Photographs that are in black and white are flattering. Is a world lacking colour perfect? Is happiness seen in black in white or only the rose tinted glasses of optimism. This reminds me of a song i knew as a child, "He took a world of black and white and with teardrops from above, he opened up my eyes to see the colour of his love.".....emptiness is swallowing my soul. I am lost in a world so full of love with nothing to hold me. So many people love me but i feel adrift in their declarations why do i not seem to care? All i want is that "electric" moment. The one where i know that the colour is not gone. The one where everything stands still and everything is fresher and brighter. Is it love that i crave? why am i so satisfied with myself and yet so restless in my life. no one i have met satisfies my ideals but does that mean that i am missing out on what i should have....am i too far removed from everyone for something to touch my soul? How can ur life be so full but meaningless....i live for the moments with my family and my friends where i know that the world has not abandoned me....colour ceases to be seen in my world of paper and pen. Where has the colour gone?