If I were a color..in the nature. Along the river, from the eyes of the sky.. a color.. However I couldn’t say who I am..I couldn’t be a only “one” color. I would be a “dirty” color..a color which became uncertain and meaningless..
But I most like white and black in my personality. Because they are known as colors but actually They’re just stains.. Stains make colors as colors. But however they are like me, they are my world’s colors.. Everywhere..
A little black spot on extremly white snow.. A lonely cactus in desert.. A little horizon in darkness.. An innate stain on heart.. “Everywhere.. “
aLassea Knotwise · Sun Mar 23, 2008 @ 11:54am · 0 Comments |