Color Blind

All I need?

All I need is color.

 

My life like a prism, not a prison.

And if I knew the orginal color,

that'd be rad.

But im color blind.

 

Dead eyed, not dead inside.

I go in art class.

Petrified.

Terrified.

 

But when I see,

Not all grey,

but someday's 

Like sundays,

I start to think about what color represents in my mind,

it's like a design of art, and creativity.

It seems to me,

non-subliminaly, 

that art and color are one in the same, and without color

art would be a shame.

 

Without color, I couldn't live.

 

Because the ones I can see.

 

Mean so much to me.

And without color, I wouldn't make it. 

It'd make my mind go blank.

Everything shifting to grey.

Just another face in the crowd.

 

Without color, or shade, I'd never be able to live.

 

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