Born Another Color.

Something close to early night. Boxes of chatter on mute...I'm color blind, so the words don't fit right. I've lived in vivid worlds of colors and rainbows before. Got so sick of the pale beauty, as I got older the shirt on my back became darker...every shade hiding away from the world I seen before me, every time a light shined, something would stop making sense in my life and the world became a blurr of nothing...Just black...like the shirt on my back. The Reeboks on my feet. The pen that I write with and adore each mark of the ink on a white white white white piece of paper.

I don't just write to write...I write till this thought is, no more....



Anyone care for an inspiration



::raises hand::


Psst....I'm right here.