I never really think about how much color really means to me. it's just like when you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls! but none of that really matters I don't understand.
One thing I have been wanting to know is the truth. All I hear now days is, Colors. Would it be green or blue today? Maybe white—my favorite. A dark voice in the back of my mind offered no color at all as an alternative. I smothered that voice. The days of no color were simply too hard to bear. I needed color today. That's when it hit me like a truck I finally realize how much color means to the world these days.
But yet we don't have time because we are all thinking about if the boy likes me or not or what people think of me. Yeah isn't all that bull crap because that's what I think. "The world is exploding in emerald, sage, and lusty chartreuse - neon green with so much yellow in it. It is an explosive green that, if one could watch it moment by moment throughout the day, would grow in every dimension."
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Meet me in the middle
Adventure"I always wanted to know what it is right. Maybe we know each other from time immemorial, if you know that in you is the eternal energy of goodness, which is most important for you."
