Those who dream in color have the colorful souls.
Their lives are filled with color,
their love is filled with passion,
and their past is left untainted.
They are the pure ones,
the innocents.
They’ve dreamt in color their whole life, unaffected by the pains of reality.
I haven’t seen nor dreamt in color in years.
Reality has taken the life from me - it has taken the color.
I used to dream colorful dreams
with a great passion in my heart.
But one day,
my world turned grey.
The skies turned grey.
The earth turned grey.
My world was the deepest shade of grey.
I haven’t experienced the beauty of colors,
the treasure of them,
in so long.
I am a subject they have long forgotten.
I am an outcast,
left behind and defeated.
The colors pass me by,
oblivious to my existence.
I’ve come to terms with their absence.
I’ve accepted their leave.
I no longer fight for what won’t come.

Then one day, everything changed.

She came into my life like a firework,
a sudden burst of fiery color,
leaving me awestruck and breathless.
I once believed myself unnoticeable,
invisible and forgotten,
just a shade of grey.
She proved me different.
She stayed.
She made me feel worth,
she loved me when I was unloveable.
She fought the devils in my head until they laid their weapons down.
The moment she came,
the color flooded into my sea of tears.
The color from her beautiful soul lit a flame in mine.
She came and she stayed.
The grey began to cease.
She painted my life back to extraordinary.
This girl was an artist,
and my life a canvas.
The magic of the moment
brought my love to me,
brought color back into my world,
and painted my skies anew
all amidst a thousand-color renaissance.