Colourless

Since I am more of a writer and less of a visual artist, I would have to choose a world without color. Without color, all of us would have to find another characteristic to describe for nearly everything that we write about. A deep red rose becomes the beautifully twisted, pedaled flower, of velvet softness and the harshness of a cold and wintry night, pricking without remorse. I think it would be just as wonderful as the life I live now.