Sometimes I think, What colour the loneliness is Is it blue like an ocean? Or black like a coal? Or like the colour of my eyes? I don't even know.
Sometimes I think, What colour the depression is? Is it white like the tissues wrapping around the mummy? Or is it grey like the ashes of broken dreams? Or like the colour of my pale skin? I don't even know.
Sometimes I think, What colour my soul is? Is it colourful like a rainbow? Or just monochrome like the old black and white TV? I don't even know.
But ceaselessly I try to find the answers, Like a reader tries to find the lost page of a novel.. Like a wolf tries to find his love for the moon... I have to find the colours of this elements of my life as soon as possible, Because I know the Hades will summon me soon.