Excerpt From The Book I Poured My Heart On

Prism (#4)

I was alone walking under the outburst of the sky with nothing but the feeling of being burdened by something I have yet to discover. There, I saw different colors. There's the smiling yellow with a pinch of pink all over her cheeks and she was not alone under that pretty umbrella. She was with someone with the same color. They look so enchanting.

"Love," you said "look around" and i begin to open my eyes wider. There's blue and black struggling to hold unto their walls. There's red with smokes of jealousy that made it ugly. There's a lot of colors but there was that someone who caught my attention. She was beautiful and unique. She's neither yellow, blue, black-- she was the mixture of everything.

So i walked near her and got a closer view of her being. Her eyes were covered with yellow but as i stare unto it i realized it wasn't yellow. It was a facade and behind that mask was the darkest color I've seen. It was only then that i realized she was crying. It was so hard to notice the tears because of the mask she managed to plaster. I began to undress every color she made everyone see.

I stared at her truest form. She was not yellow. She was not blue or black--- she was nothing but a transparent glass with blood spilling from the cracks all over her body. The only color she got was the darkest and it was simply owned by her eyes and the most exhausted part of her--heart.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" the man asked.

"Yes," i genuinely answered, my eyes still glued on her. She was both the beauty and the tragic. She was the most beautiful tragic.

"I hope she knows that." The man sighed and i couldn't help but glance at him.

"I hope you know that."

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