I run under the fall sun, warm and kind it was, made the dead leaves sparkle with color..

But this is how it begins, The leap, the jump, the opening of an unseen door without color..

Suppose the world and time can be bent by simply thinking without thoughts that are the memory of color..

In doing so I run into the unseen door and begin to see that there is a plain without color..

Where there is no reflection of any sort, no kind of emotion, just the seconds that die as they pass leaving behind no color..

This is the place where one can take back the seconds by the rememberence of color..

Although a mere reflection to our eyes, color is truly the source of where life is given in meaning due to splash that is color..

But today I made the mistake of not remembering what this flower sang to my eyes with its color..

I gave to it the color red when in true remembernce it was blue thus giving it a false color..

I then returned to a chaos where colors were mixed and out of place, where the waters were remembered as yellow instead of deep blue, where the sun was green that shined down on this yellow world simply because I forgot this colorless flower's color..