She wonders what there is to life,
Why her world is colorless - not clear, not opaque, but without color, hue, or shade.
Her thoughts dip and swirl, turn back upon themselves - chaotic, then still.
What if there is no point? What if this is all there is? Standing on the outside looking in, caged in a prison without color,hue, or shade.
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake to find that it was vanity. But dreamers of day are dangerous men, that they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible."
(T.E. Lawrence)
"You will travel through the valley of rejection, you will reside in the mourning mists, and you will find your way home, though it will not be where you left it." (The Starter Wife)
*hugs* I have lots of colors. You give the word and I'll bring them over and we can paint that cage like a rainbow explosion baby!
Angela said...
11:33 PM