Splash of color
Dark and alone,
Everything was grey.
Day to day,
It was all the same.
A bland piece of meat was my daily food from lifes buffet,
Rain leaked from me leaving a puddle of white misty nothingness.
Life felt numb,
I was numb.
Then a splash of color was introduced to my mind,
It left a taste I could remember but not grasp.
Day by day,
A sensational flavor of color was my daily pleasure,
Blues, greens, reds, and purples.
That white misty nothingness turned into wonderful, intracate, messy color.
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