{27th July 2016: 1:44am}
When I am alone, colours are seeping out of me. I am alive and gold.
I am invincible. I have a layer of paint protecting me.
I can take on the whole world, I tell myself. I smile, and say, you can do it, you will do it.
But I never actually do it.
I can see the colours all around me; a mist of doubt, a cloud of thought, a droplet of confusion. My vision is blurry.
I am blurry.
In a bubble, I am swarming in my own mind; drowning in the colours only I can see.
You won't be able to see them, because to anybody else, they blend into white light. Like a blank page, for you to write on or to start again.
Am I just white light? Is this all I'll ever be, in a world where everybody else's colours are so much brighter than my own?
There is a lot of red, I can see it in the eyes, but they say there are more shades of green than any other colour; I see this in the heart, I see it pouring out and drowning the surroundings, a river, a lake, a sea.
My colours fade into darkness, as yours go into full brightness. And now I am invisible.
Yes, I am a rainbow, all the colours in a perfect order; hoping for something at the end, whether it be gold or a sanctuary.
But I am also the storm.
I cannot do this on my own, but I cannot do this with anybody else.
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twilight
Cerita Pendek[now i see the stars, when i should be dreaming but how can i dream when these thoughts make the universe?]
