Lilac Blue

In a world of black and white, I lived. I didn’t care and I didn’t listen. In a world of black and white, I opened my eyes to the four same white walls and black curtains. Every morning I slipped out of bed from the same black covers and dried my pale skin with the same white towels. In a world of black and white every morning I drank my coffee, pure, black with a sugar cube, white.

In a world of black and white, I lived. I didn’t care and I didn’t listen. Every morning, I packed a bag, black, with files, white. I brought a pen, black, and a block, white. My shoes, black. My socks, white. My pants, black. My shirt, white. My hair, my eyes, black and my skin white. In a world of black and white, every morning I left for work. The front door, black. My car, white. My work, grey.

In a world of black and white I worked at a desk, black, in a room, white, with a door, black. In a world of black and white, the world was plain, but I didn’t care. The world was loud and demanding but I didn’t listen. In a world of black and white, the sky was always black, the clouds always white.

In a world of black and white, I lived. I didn’t care and I didn’t listen. Until there was you. The world was black and white like the door you walked through. The skies were always black and the clouds always white in a world of black and white, but there you were and suddenly the sky was shining in a lilac blue.

In a world of black and white, the world was plain, but I never cared. The world was loud and demanding but I never listened. In a world of black and white, my life was always the same, until you turned into lilac blue.