Colours

Colours

A Story by I am a young writer don't judge me
"

There's nothing anymore

"

It's been a long time now hasn't it


I don't know how much time has passed


There are no clocks here


There is no time here


I can look around all I want


But i'll never actually see anything


I've been laying here for awhile now


My body hasn't moved in a while


I wonder if I even have a body now


I can't feel anything


Not even numbness


I can touch the white walls all I want


ButI never actually feel anything


I haven't eaten in a long time now


But i'm not hungry


I'm not full either


But I can't eat


Even if I wanted to


Witch I don't


Food has lost its appeal


I can't even remember how it tastes


Or even if it had a "taste"


It's been silent for awhile now


I don't hear anything


Not a creak


Not a rustle


Not even a breath


I can listen as hard as I want


But i'll never actually hear a sound


Why is it all white?


Up?


White


Down?


White


Left?


White


Right?


White


There used to be more


Blacks, grey's, and reds


I didn't like them


They were dark


And cold


But they were all there was


I wanted more


I wanted white


Funny


How I used to want this white


I wanted it to replace the blacks and grey's


But now that i have it


I wish for


Grey and black


Even for red


A long long time ago


Before the blacks and grey's


Consumed the bright colour's


Red was bad


It meant pain


And anger


but then


When all was dark


Red became joy


And peace


It replaced the black and grey


When it was dark


darker than it had ever been


There was too much red


It washed away all the black


And


grey


And brought the white


There was once a time


A long long time ago


Before the black and grey


Before red meant peace


There were so many colour's


Like blue and green


Everything was colorful and light


There was laughter


And love


And best of all


Feeling


But it couldn't last


could it?


The colour's eventually began


To mute


To dull


To fade


To become


Dark


Instead of


Blue


And


Green


There was


Black


And


Grey


I needed more


I needed something to replace


Colour


So i made red


But the red


That was meant to


Fill the void


Replace colour


Stop the pain


Would not work


No matter what


No matter how much red I made


There was never enough


So I decided


I wanted white


I remembered how


The blacks


and


grey's


consumed the


blues


and


greens


So the red


would have to consume the


blacks


and


grey's


To be white


So I made


Everything red


And then


The white


Consumed


The red


And became


This room


Of white


This is what I wanted


What I yearned for


What I begged for 


But i'm not happy


I'm not sad though


I'm not anything


What I really want is the colour back


I would even take the black and grey back


Anything but this empty nothingness


But that won't happen


It will all be white


For the rest of…..


Whatever this is


There is no time


I'm not sad


Or happy


Or


Am I?


I can't tell


Maybe i'm wrong


Maybe there was never any colour


Maybe it was always white


Maybe there was never blue


Or green


Maybe there was never any black


Or grey


Maybe


In this world


All there ever was


was white





© 2017 I am a young writer don't judge me


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