In Search for Colour
CHAPTER
1
Sunflowers
I look down at the plain black, grey, and white sunflower. I wish it didn’t bother me so much, but it does.
Everyone seams to have forgotten how great the world was back then, and I don’t know how they do it, because they’re all so happy. They all look at things like if it didn’t matter they were black, grey, or white. They just don’t miss REAL . I cry, I beg, I pray, I pray for there to be another day where I will see the colour that once was there, that needs to be here in the present and not just in memories.
Because, the memories start fading away, and once they fade away... they’re gone.
I take one last look at the sunflower feilds. I take one look, for memory. As I walk home, I think a thought, one so great and joyus it made my day. “This isn’t going to stay like this, things will change.
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