Drained Of Colour

Every waking moment, all I see is the bland appearance of my surroundings, the aching feeling of dread. A world with no colour, the only concept of beauty is what my imagination can create. The walks on the beach, strolls through the would be astonishing park that obtains a blanket of flowers and trees taking up every inch of the surface, yet I can't take in the experience. They told me once that if I just believe, maybe it will all come back to me. The way the colour of the sunset blended together to create an ocean of blues, the way the beautiful assortments of pinks and yellows would burst out of the paintings, yearning for its message to be spread. Unfortunately, I cannot recall what any of that was like now that all the brightness has been taken out of my life.

You broke me.