my colorful imagination of black and white plays havoc with my mind.
monochrome is how it should be.
leaves blown by the breeze twist around my feet in slow motion.
i am standing still for the first time in fear that this moment will slide away
from my fingers. it is so calm. it is so placid. i want this to last forever.
i hold my breath. i am at the playground again. always at the playground.
always autumn. my seasons never seem to change. change. please change.
the breeze never seems to stop. trees bearing pictures of the people i know,
the people i love, the people i will meet someday. i am happy. i am peaceful.
i feel faint. i remember i should breathe. breathe. i breathed slowly avoiding
any sudden movements. it was too late.
pictures flew around like mislead angry birds.
the leaves once peaceful around my feet twisted and turned like a mad hurricane
throwing me up into the realms of reality. the monochrome world was sucked
in me and all i released were bursts of colors that stained my imagination,
colored the trees and filled up my sky. the pace shifted.
fast.
faster.
faster than i can follow.
i am made into tumble weed growing bigger with every turn,
dragging with me everything, dragging with me nothing.
roaming aimlessly.
iF only i had stayed still.
iF only i had not breathed.
iF only i kept the colors to myself.
only iF.