Color in my world ( part 1)

There is color in my world. Everything is so bright, almost too bright, like beauty too overwhelming to bear. The greens and oranges melt into one another, a masterpiece of hues. The purples and pinks of the flowers by the toy shop send a shiver through me, their vibrancy almost electric. They stand with a quiet regality, commanding awe.

My world used to be black and white. Everything around me felt dead. I felt dead. Colors existed, I suppose, but they never reached me. The sky could’ve been blue, the flowers pink, the grass green but in my eyes, it was all just different shades of nothing. I moved through life like a ghost, detached, numb, watching the world happen but never really living in it. I tried so hard to love everything around me but just couldn’t. Until one day, she told me to allow myself to just feel.