I love to walk alone. When I walk alone I often stand and
wait to see how things are painted. I look at grasses; my eyes perceive the
different shades of green. I look at setting sun painted in red. Seems like
everything around has its own unique color. I stare, I stand, I stand, I stare.
My eyes are wide open. I see nothing. Just nothing at all. Oh yes, I realize
that’s me. That’s really me. O my god, I’m colorless. I don’t have any colors
at all. Why could anyone forget to paint me? I open my eyes and they are vivid
with different colors all around. I suddenly want to cry.
