World is soft.
Colors around us are all
blacks
browns
greys
darks
Everything is soft.

Sky is clear.
Blue,
like water. Shining
clear to bottom.
Everything is clear.

Bright!
Powerful strokes of
impossible color.
Color where color should not
be!
Color so bright!

Bright colors are not real.
They do not belong.
They are wrong.
They are not real.

But……

See how perfectly,
how perfectly colors do belong.
Let them stay.
We accept them.

No colors! Stay, stay, do not leave!

Colors did not hear us.

Perhaps they will never come back.

Why did we judge so?
How can we go back?

World is soft.
Colors around us are all
blacks
browns
greys
darks
Everything is soft.

No whisper of color anymore.

World is soft.
Colors around us are all
blacks
browns
greys
darks
Everything is soft.

We begin to look for colors.
We see them in cheek of child.
In blossoming rose.
In darting fish.

But they are not same.

World is soft.
Colors around us are all
blacks
browns
greys
darks
Everything is soft.
Everything is wrong.
Everything is lost,
Without colors…