Colourful Mind

My mind is dark.
Very dark.
Sometimes, the darkness is so dark it drowns me.
Sometimes I succumb to it and sink in it even deeper.
And everything gets darker, yet darker.

My mind is colourful.
Very colourful.
Sometimes, the colours are bright, but not so bright that they blind me.
Sometimes they are dark, but not so dark that they swallow me.
Sometimes, I don't even need to think.
The colours just come for no reason and fill me up with bliss and satisfaction.
And everything gets darker, yet brighter.