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Colour is aesthetic,but colour is painful. For him

Colour is aesthetic,but colour is painful. For him,colour bore a different definition. Black was his colour,his decor,his canvas,his silhouette-all were black to him. But the pink shades on his skin were the exceptions. He held his shining silver,only to engrave his pink shades,more crimson with a touch of bright red,only to shape a colourful canvas. But, he was unaware as ever. He felt the pain,the neverending aches ,but red dominated his beautiful,slender hands only to soothe and save him. His dried tears,his faded smile,his drifted view wiped away his ache. He was locked away,his heart was kept under wrap,his mind was unstable,locked away from the environs. The only key was lost,he was imprisoned in his own thoughts,his colours,the only feeling that kept him free were his memories. He had lost his brush but his memories coloured his canvas,splashed shades of crimson smile,soft blushes,spreading tinge of red shades on cheeks, leaving those beautiful bluish eyes still and curling blood red lips into grinning lines,as he whispered to himself, ’Can I see you?’ Selected for Half Baked Beans Anthology #shortstory #yqbaba #yqbabachallenge #yourquotes #yourquotebaba #coloursoflife #blackandwhite
Colour is aesthetic,but colour is painful. For him,colour bore a different definition. Black was his colour,his decor,his canvas,his silhouette-all were black to him. But the pink shades on his skin were the exceptions. He held his shining silver,only to engrave his pink shades,more crimson with a touch of bright red,only to shape a colourful canvas. But, he was unaware as ever. He felt the pain,the neverending aches ,but red dominated his beautiful,slender hands only to soothe and save him. His dried tears,his faded smile,his drifted view wiped away his ache. He was locked away,his heart was kept under wrap,his mind was unstable,locked away from the environs. The only key was lost,he was imprisoned in his own thoughts,his colours,the only feeling that kept him free were his memories. He had lost his brush but his memories coloured his canvas,splashed shades of crimson smile,soft blushes,spreading tinge of red shades on cheeks, leaving those beautiful bluish eyes still and curling blood red lips into grinning lines,as he whispered to himself, ’Can I see you?’ Selected for Half Baked Beans Anthology #shortstory #yqbaba #yqbabachallenge #yourquotes #yourquotebaba #coloursoflife #blackandwhite
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