Wow! This month’s theme is a bit ironic. Let me say this is the comeback of us writers as we cook our stories into art. The art of writing conveys the beauty of our imaginations in written forms. I desire to know how deep colour writing is compared to normal writing. How we can express our stories into colour writings. Let’s try this…
The blue sky was giving the brown feeling of red, a dangerous love occurring between the two but was ‘black’ taking it well as it should?
March from a hiatus… mmm.
Being too black to be noticed because my skin tone is too dark, the hate it comes with hurts like vinegar on a deep wound. Looking at me, you can’t give me to a person as a present because my aroma smells darkness. Imagine giving a black teddy bear, yeah that’s the feeling I get. Sometimes in life you don’t need to be ignorant to get a partner. For some of us to be noticed we need partners to shine our light, our hearts are corrupted from past hurts filled with grey tendencies and yellow happiness. We are born of sin meaning our red heart sometimes cries blue tears. We push people away because that smell of mojito still hits the noise in an orange uniform, we can see the visible scars left by black. All the fights formed in fire would explode from all this trauma. A little bit of change is needed. A partner who will fill the emptiness of your colour, leaving that heavy door loose to start a walk of victory. All my life I have always protected my feelings because I fear grey will send messages to my mind about how a partner will ruin me more than build. That bold step of letting someone in your life to become your partner, that’s the worst fear of being black meaning my partner has to be light with a bit of life, maybe a mix with pink.
When choosing a partner, I always look at their character line, this has been the hardest choice to make. Should I choose green for vegetation maybe we might be productive and ever natural or I can pick white which will be pure and peaceful but am I keen to that? These past months have taught me that team work matters a lot. When you are tested to limits you need a team that knows how to handle such matters. Does red know how to attend matters or it will end in pain? Does black also know to handle such or it will end in tears? One might ask if I’m allowed to pick both colours to fix my problems, yes, I’m allowed because the team brings more to the table. That’s how having a partner (team) helps to combat stress. Each partner has an assigned task that when executed will produce results. To go higher you need a partner of colour ranges, you are strong but you need a hand to add the -er to your strong.
My march was leaving the loner me to create a purple haze melody of hope to form this unique me. Welcome to the world of colours. The orange in me is bright as well as the blue not forgetting the red in -e which fights with black because we both meet in future. I walk with pride because this was my personal space being unleashed to the whole world. Walk from dark colours mixing them with bright ones hoping to produce ‘e’, a neutral colour. Hello to purple haze! If you ask me how I came to love this, I won’t have an answer because my old boss (Mr Basaam) used to make this kind of flavour and that’s how I knew team work plays like colours and from there I came across the theme in accordance with walking away.