Day 48 – Colorless adjective
1: lacking color: as a: pallid , blanched a colorless complexion b: dull , uninteresting colorless prose
My life is a painting on a canvas, full of lines and circles and dots and shapes. My painting my life it starts of when I was born and I continue to paint it still. When was little it had a lot of color but it was messy and disorganized just like a child's painting is. Then it became straight still colored brightly but not as messy, more in order. Now it is simply straight lines and no color, my life is straight and colorless. I am a depressingly simple person who does not do anything unusual or out of the ordinary and that is how I like it, I like to be ordinary. I have lived my most recent parts of life like a robot moving along as best as I could without confrontation.
Then, I met that boy with the painting of a child he still had the million colors and the messy squiggles and shapes, I was ensnared by the colors and patterns. He was the total opposite if me all bright and lively, it began to affect me and my painting came to life again, I had color. I loved color it was everywhere and I had my own color again. He had turned down his color a little and turned on mine. We couldn't have been more perfect for each other and it was not only chemistry that attracted us.
"Shinji are you coming?" He interrupts my internal rant and I smile. We're going out this after noon so I rush to catch up.
"Coming Akira." I hear the new me say, the me that has color.
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