My world has lost its color. Everywhere I look, I am surrounded by hues of blacks and grays. Murky shadows surround me. I feel black inside.
I long to feel yellow. Yellow like the color of the sun's rays during a warm summer dry spell. It's tendrils curl along my body, warming my skin; each moment in its presence I feel myself glow. Glowing like the celestial being above me.
I long to feel pink. Pink like the sky as the sun begins to set. Not the ostentatious pink of a dynamic sunrise, but the soft pastel pink of a cool summer evening. So soft it blends seamlessly with the surrounding colors. Gracing the sky with its gentle touch, it is an oxymoron. Standing out while smoothly remaining unseen, unremarkable even.
I long to feel blue. Blue like open seas. Carelessly shifting and gliding with the waves. Crystal clear yet unexplored and mysterious. I long to feel its freedom.
I need to feel something other than the blackness that has nestled itself into my chest. A void fills me, and I find its nothingness to be all encompassing. To experience a life filled with color once more is my only wish.
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Clinging to Unreachable Stars
RomanceA memoir that centers on the idea of not only living through the seasons of love and life but the self-growth and exploration that comes with change. The book tells the tales of love, heartbreak, despondency and maturation over the course of 5 years...
