My world is black with shades of blue. Was born in red and yellow. It grew to be green and gray. But one day it became darker than a rose but lighter than a crow. I did not understand what color this was. This new hue of life was filled bliss. Although it had no form. No pattern. No path. No control. This new color gave me an unwavering satisfaction unlike no other. Nothing was predictable so everything was surprising. While also giving sight to the colors of the lives of my fellow peers. But remember...
It has no form.

One day it changed. There was no more bliss. No more zest. No more satisfaction. No more surprises. Clarity was limited to only my insight on others. This color I lived in was transformed into a slowly steeping cliff covered in glass and serpents. Every step was painful. Every encounter was poisonous. Until the cliff was vertical. The fall felt like an endless abyss for what felt an aeon. Accelerating with every second until............

I'm in pain. There's no light around me. I can't see. My legs are destroyed. I do not know where I am. All I can do is drag on and on with every painful movement making me forget the pain from the previous movement. Eventually I come across a dim, white light. I huddle around the light until I can walk again. My legs will never be the same. I carry my white light until I can find my world again. For this light does not belong to me. Once I regain my stability and my world, this light will disappear... forever

I find my world again. But this time it is covered in many grotesque colors that I have never seen before. All changing simultaneously. I find no comfort. No stability. No peace. Everything is chaos. Every movement is torture. Every step is invaded. There is no way back.
But I do find a pond of constantly still water. I sit down to drink and feel all my vision slip away leaving only me, the pond, and what seems to be my reflection. It asks me "How long will you stay in this color?" I respond with another question. "How do you consider this a color?" It gives off a confused glare and answers "You see many colors right now, don't you?" I answer with equal confusion "You can see it? Do you understand what is happening?" It looks at me with pity, let's down a tear and continues "You had escaped total darkness not too long ago after a treacherous fall. Correct?" I respond "Yes?" He then asks "Before this was a cliff covered in glass and serpents. Before that was what seemed to be a wonderful world of randomness turned to despair and dullness." I am in shock. "How do you know all of this?" He steps through the pond to join me and says "That color is purple. And it has never changed. The bliss. The despair. The darkness. The evil colors you have seen before this pond. All of it was purple." I am distraught. "But how is this color changing colors?" I ask. "Because they are not yours. You are still walking in darkness. You shouldn't have let that white light slip away." I weep in terror. "But how do you know about the light?" I ask. He grabs my shoulders as if to comfort me then bares a sinister grin. He then leans in to say "I am purple." And then throws me into the pond. I submerge until I float between blue of the lit pond above and the pitch black below where I have been and will be. Holding my breath. Forever alone. Weeping soundlessly. All that brings me joy is the memories of other colors.

But I wonder to myself every now and then. Will everything always be purple?.......