she was free.
she was free of the binds of blue.
she could see so many things,
the reds, and oranges, and yellows.
she was missing out on so much.
she was free of the monochromatic life,
she was free of the one and only color that made her life
red, the passion she was feeling,
the love for everything she never knew of
red, the fiery temper that she has that no one knew of
orange, those sweaters she could see,
the warmth she could feel,
orange, she could see sunsets in a different light,
it was so different from blue, the contrast she has never seen in her life.
it was beautiful.
yellow, the sun on her face,
the joy it brings,
yellow, she could see it with the smiles people bring,
she could see it gleaming out of nowhere.
it was color, and it contrasted blue so much.
this new world was bringing her so much.
color.
she loved it.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Flowers
Short Story"desperado, why don't you come to your senses..." he would sing to her, and she would listen. and she would grow. [terrible summaries. also, lower case intended.] (c) Danica Jane Santos. 2017
