Colors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 03, 2018

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.....Here I am walking. Thinking how I got here. Somehow I know how I got here, but I cant accept the truth. Life was easy when my brain was not busy with feelings. Life was enjoyable times when I could see only colors. On the way to my thought great future which never happen, somehow Black showed up. First it took a bite out of Red then slowly it infected Blue. So far it didn't affect me, then it handicapped my Green, that was the moment. Nature was dark, air was feeling heavy. Could not breath any longer. Still walking with what was left, then the moment came, Yellow, Purple, Brown ... they were all sick. I could grab white on the edge , I hold it tight and I fought for it. Life become black and white and I still could not understand what happen. What I knew was in colors, and here I am knowing nothing, remembering nothing, only think that I remember , breath and walk. Breath and walk thinking that in the end of the tunnel light will show up. Colorless light will show, may be. Walking thinking , Stockholm syndroming my self with the pain that captured me. Understanding finally why I came here, why my colors left me. Understanding better late than ever. My colors didn't abandon me , I left them when I was young. I mistreated my colors, I offended them most of the time, disrespected them. They wanted to stay , they tried but they could not help my soul. Stupid soul, empty soul. Cant  feel pity for my self now. I do feel pity for the past. Innocence of the past. The only thing that need attention while walking, thinking.....


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