The colors

Chapter one

The white of the clouds. The black of night. The grey of the stormy sky.

Imagine that all these colors are not really “colors”. If they are just colors that the human eye can’t see? I mean, a big part of the animals can’t see all the colors. Like the dog ! It can see only blue and yellow. So how does it see grass? In gray? And it can’t imagine new colors, it can’t imagine the green or the purple, the red or the pink. So, what do you think it will happen if one day we all wake up with the ability to see those colors that we think are black or white? Will you be surprised to discover that all your blacks outfits aren’t really black, but a mix of a lot of unknown colors?

Maybe you will be afraid. I won’t. Because I already see them. All. Maybe you’ll think it’s strange, or just incredible. And sometimes it’s funny. When I walk in the street and see all these inconsistent outfits, I want to laugh.

But most importantly, it is horrible. Because I don’t only see those colors, I can also see the demons. Why do you think depressive people are wearing “black”? Not for the style. Not because they don’t feel anything. Because all the colors represent a demon. Some are good, a little bit loud, but funny. Others are bad. Very, very bad. They whisper lies in your ear, and you become bad too wearing their colors. There also are sad demons. They like dark colors, and for them, life is useless and boring. They make you depressed. Knowing all these demons and their traits, which color would I choose?

Since my birth, I've always worn one color per outit. But I was always influenced during the day by the demons, and their influence was tenfold because I could see them. When I was thirteen, I found a solution, involuntarily. For my birthday, someone offered me a bracelet with multicolored stones.