I like my doors exciting. Especially when I know they won’t lead to much excitement.
It may sound less like enchantment when you have to make things in your life seem so; but for all the good it does you at the end of it, it is fulfilment enough.
So what I did one day was to create a door for myself. Now, each time I pass by it, I feel a flare of satisfaction flood my mind. It’s brief, but it’s mine to savour.
Project: Blue
Captured by the blues.
My heart ripped through, all red robbed, all emotion drained. My soul stripped of its white, my window barred from the Sun’s yellow. My eyes no longer find the greens beyond my territory. My cheeks losing their usual pink glow.
All I’m left with is blue. The color of eternal disdain, regret and disappointment.