White.
Everything white.
The room is white.
My clothes are white.
Even the rice that I eat is white.
I can't remember the last time I saw something that isn't white.
The colours I see when I close my eyes, I'm not sure they are real anymore.
Colours of my imagination.
They are pretty.
Do I remember them correctly?
I don't know.
They seem paler the more I think about them.
They are like water, escaping me before I can catch them.
Do I remember them?
They seem to be faded.
Like fog in my head.
Are they white?
I don't know.
What is white?
Colour.
Maybe.
Could be.
Are they white after all?
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RandomJust random things I wrote. THERE IS NO STORY maybe a little bit German in between idk
