I don't like colors.
They make me noticeable when all I wish to do is disappear.
I hate them.
Seeing them brings a slight twinge of pain.
Yet sometimes I long for that pain.
The colors of the world remind me of the darkness that shrouds my life
Where I dwell in fear, but in comfort.
It shrouds my personality,
My mind,
And shrouds my eyes to where all I see is the worst in people.
Colors make me realize that I'm a cynic when all I wish to do is forget.
I want the colors to be black
Like the place where I feel comfortable.
Then I could live without the reminders.
Without the colors...
