TRUE COLORS

The representation of my inner self.

This painting on the wall reflects my inner self with several colors

And when you dig deep into the details,

You will see more, more magnificent colors that represent blisses,

Like they say, “Life is full of colors,

Take out your canvas and paint the world like a rainbow.”

Based on that, I’m trying to figure things out

To prove that it’s not a nonsense.

“Do I have my magnificent true colors,

Like the painting did?”

I dig deep,

Dig,

And keep digging,

To the deepest point of my truly inner self.

Why do I just find four colors that represent sorrows?

—it’s black

means that myself has been in the dark for a long time,

and don’t know how to find the lights.

—it’s blue

means that myself is addicted to the tears that running out from my eyes, all the time,

with nothing can wipe it away.

—it’s grey

means that myself is something with no clear purpose,

what to reach and what to leave.

—it’s white

means something that gets dirty easily,

by the monsters that are always lurking in mind.

I have the willing to change my own true colors,

In my inner self,

Too bad, it’s not a clear canvas from the first.

True colors are true colors. No one can change it, even yourself.

— W A Y U P D

January 9th 2021

9.35 PM