Sunday, September 6, 2009

Found

Somehow, the colors were more alive, more vibrant. Seeing the world in black and white made her miss the array of colors she was seeing. Hints of marigold, hues of blue, and all of the colors of the spectrum danced in front of her eyes, somehow teasing her. The colors made her notice how much she really missed, how many months she had been dead. The black and white world she knew was still there, she could see shades of the old world, taunting her. But, she learned to live with them, intertwining with the others. She embraced her new world, and she walked into the abyss.

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