Everyday I wake up and see a different color.
Everyday I wake up a different person.
Today, I type lines of a brighter color.
To the sadness, I just think and say “gaaaaaa”. I don’t have much to think. Instant reflexes.
To the love I can never have, I hope I find happiness in that.
I will take whatever I can get. Love is giving; this, I should remember, and please remind me of it when I see a different color.
Different colors, different worlds.
My life is a fantasy.