Bits of papers and some dark colors on it. Torn! Colors and papers! It was difficult to look for that piece. Every day is a start like this. A new start for an old search. A search for torn pieces of an unknown destiny. Ha! Not just pieces but that piece. Luck may help if I grab few. Right?
And who knows about the colors? Do you? Everything starts so beautiful. Like a new beginning. Like a day! Any day! Even today! But we all know new beginnings have old endings. Like what I told you before. Remember?
And so I stood watching the bits of my paper flying with the wind that was never there. There where I was. Like a dream! Like I am always! Like what I wish to be! Like all what no one could see. In my world there is only that. See there! Can you?
Even the colors where not colors if you could see. Black was red and white was blue for me. A strange grouping of anger & lust. Good on their own. But not together.
It was better to let go I thought then. Let the colors remain only in the same dream where I left it once, wishing never to see it again. But I did. And I know I will.