- And then it happens - when your heart beats faster, and the colors flood in! It's wonderful, zings of cerulean, blasts of amber, sprinklings of violets and the whole spectrum is just blooming in front of your eyes. It's love, it's love. It's the incredible, marvelous force, it's love -
It wasn't meant for me, though.
And as quickly as it happens, it disappears - the cerulean, the amber, the violet and the colors. It bleeds into grey - no, stop that! I want it back - please, please, oh please! - It's gone. It's not meant for me. Those eyes aren't meant for me, like he just took my smile, heart, my colors, and playfully ran away with it, so now I have to ask him for it back - but I can't do that, you have color, she has color - no, you're colorful together - and it's wonderful.
I do not indulge in this color, monochrome greys - just greys, the color disappeared as soon as I saw it, blotting away, only a single red thread left over...
from a book i'll never write
vent