Colours

Where do I go? I wonder. There is this ardent desire to break free. I wanna fly.

I have been thinking about these colors for some time. I feel like they’re almost trying to be vocal. They’re almost like a cure for my pain. Or maybe a consolation to my fears. They seem to break my sense of disillusion and take me into a beautiful world- a bright, lively and vibrant world. Yet how is it that every time I try to feel them, they seem to disappear?

There is much more to this tint than being a mere figment of imagination. Or maybe I am just foolish enough to try and find meaning out of something so trivial. I don’t know. The more I try to discover them, the more intensely they seem to blend. They seem to merge to such a extent that a magnificent glare is produced that blinds me. And soon enough before I regain my senses, they crumble into their natural forms… and I am back to where I began. So significant, yet so alarmingly inconsequential! I almost figured out what they were trying to tell me, and suddenly my words come crashing.

My words are not eternal. It is a harrowing process of blending together, yet it takes only a split of a moment to disintegrate! Just like, it takes a lifetime to come together, and a moment to withdraw. Wonder how do I forget things? They haunt me. I am hanging on a hope that is already shattered. The idea of forgetting is unacceptable, and remembering things only makes me realize that I’m desperately trying to maintain a promise that is already wrecked. Its vexingly eccentric. I am beginning to understand my slow slide into madness.