the colors in my mind.

"I have dreamed in my life, 

dreams that have stayed with me ever after, 

and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me,

like wine through water, 

and altered the color of my mind."
— Emily Brontë

I used to mainly wear achromatic colors -

blacks, browns and grays.

I thought it was classier, but in reality it was a survival method -

a way to slip away. To observe and easily integrate.

But somewhere I developed a love for color.

Just as I've learned to creatively write when

my spirit is happy and full of joy - 

the art of creating vibrancy in an already brilliant world. 

For a long time I was afraid that only somberness could draw 

words easily through my mind.