At first, you only see black and white.
Like words on paper.
Like dark and day.
Then the grays unveil
The zones of what - ifs,
Of the red carpet of rage,
Of the yellow sun of doubt,
The brown of dried blood,
The blue doom of gloom,
The green leaf of disbelief
In happy endings.
There is no happy ending.
Endings are sad. Always.
And then you know it's time
To bring the inner chameleon out.
It's good to hide
In colors
Sometimes.
Like words on paper.
Like dark and day.
Then the grays unveil
The zones of what - ifs,
Of the red carpet of rage,
Of the yellow sun of doubt,
The brown of dried blood,
The blue doom of gloom,
The green leaf of disbelief
In happy endings.
There is no happy ending.
Endings are sad. Always.
And then you know it's time
To bring the inner chameleon out.
It's good to hide
In colors
Sometimes.
Its monochrome for most of us till we are stretched to the fringes when we get to see the inner chameleon emerge and show its true colors...its so true that the myriad hues of any human are occult most of the time and we wear a garb mostly...and do live inside a cocoon!
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