The deepest shades of black surround me along with the brightest hues of white. It’s nothing fancy to remember-its all colorless anyways.

And meaningless.

In a world of monochrome nothing is ever exciting. The same two colors without any contrast at all makes eveything around you seem…flat. Lifeless. Living my life inside a template. My dreams are the same way too-black and white. boring and unmemorable. Thats how my life has always seemed.

I wonder what color looks like. My friends are constantly telling me about all these amazing colors and shades, ones of green and scarlet, but its hard to imagine something that your mind could never string together. Just like we can’t imagine new faces-we can’t make up colors either.

I sit outside with the lingering wind on my body, its cold and sharp, like flying knives aiming at my colorless heart. I wonder if at this point, I am black and white too.

I hear the nearby chriping of a bird. A robin, a crow; they all look the same anyways. It gives me a sense of peace, hearing something so calming, even if it seems somewhat simple, I’d be up for anything memorable.

I jerk my head around to the sound of footsteps, clinking against the concrete sidewalk. It’s-

It’s..not monochrome.

I can see her color. I can see her dark, chocolate skin glisten against the sunlight, glitter gleaming all over her body. She has dark hair, but in the lighting, its almost…red. Or, orange? What color is it? I dont know what color looks like. How can I name a color if im not even sure if its the right one?

But she’s bright. She gleams, she’s the only thing I can look at right now.

I realize this might make me look awkward; staring at her. My jaw is open and I can feel my eyes growing bigger.

I should say something.

I should tell her what im seeing, but she wouldnt understand. We’re strangers, she doesnt know me, she shouldnt have to hear about my dreadful life story.

But it’s so beautiful. Her skin, her hair, her clothes, all colorful, so pigmented. It’s so bright, but its something i could stare at forever.

She’s walking away. She’s walking away as if she didnt change my entire life.

She turns at the corner of the building, and she’s gone.

And, this is it. This is where my fasination ends. But maybe there are more colorful things waiting for me. Hoping someone finds them. And I will gladly take up that opportunity. To see the one thing I’ve had the deepest desire for ever since i knew there was soemthing else out there for me, would be unfathomable.

I wish she could come back. I wish to see those beautiful colors once more, one last time.

But in a world such as mine..

I should know better.