Splash of Colour

Shape and space are the only thing that differentiates any one person or object from another. The world has no individuality. Nothing unique. If we all shared the same shape, I’d think that we were all merely clones of an original being. We all slump though our lives, eyes on the ground, our feet, or the back of the person in front of us. We aren’t special, we weren’t destined to do anything other than be a muscle for the soul of the society. Looking around all you see is a look of mundanment, unimpressive beings leading unimpressive lives by doing unimpressive things. That is until there was a splash, and only a few people saw it.

A splash of colour is all it took to paint the world bright with possibilities. Now all they see is colour. Colour arisen in the cheeks of their dearest as well as the food they eat, it tastes so much better than when it was gray. Everything comes out of its hazy appearance to be sharp and definite. Painting the world bright for those who can’t do it themselves it the life mission of splashes of colour, and the more they paint the world they more gray they become within.

Before long there will only be a few who walk around with no expression, or uniqueness. They will be seen as outsiders, after all it is in humans nature to remember what happened and to be thankful for it, not to remember who it was that helped them and to return the favor when it is them who need the assistance.