I love colors!
colors of all shades and tones...
a touch of pink in black makes it so dramatic.
Shades of Black and White make the very picture of imagination.
They are like blank canvases that floods the background.
What could life be without color? What would life be if I was blind?

Color blind or not its better than not seeing color at all.
I'm a man in search of color.
My friends say that I'm as colorful as the rainbow but "Where art thou?"
A dash of green, a pinch of yellow...a pigment of blue in life so melancholic and mellow.

I try to surround myself with colorful things but I can't seem to blend in. I used to be a chameleon but now I'm  a beautiful mess amongst the colors around me.
Do i really have to mesh well or should I stand out and be a surreal focal point in my very own master piece?

Whatever happened to the colors of my life?
I'm like a washed out painting...to some, no longer worth looking but to others it was still art.
I know i'm not making any sence but this is the main point of this realization.
The irony of making sense out of not making sense at all.

Color me badly and I will still look almost perfect.
Bring me color and I shall give color in return.
Ever colorful, ever true...I have lost all my colors without you.