Bewildered Lemon Juice

I stand up, feeling the blood rush to my head

I look at myself- the mirror only reflecting my colors,

Black and White.

I sit at my desk and open my computer-

Knowing what I will create will never be seen,

I still made a fresh page-

Out of the corner of my eye,

I saw Green.

Color is new to me-

I feel my heart beat faster and my stomach flipping

I turn back to my blank page, waiting to be filled.

A new excitement in my mind.

I typed for hours, not knowing when to stop

A Brown bird chirped out my window-

Making me jump

A new color,

I look at the sky

Blue-

The grass,

The trees,

The cars,

All had a unique colors-

None where the same as the last.

I got up from my computer

and looked in the mirror-

Black and White.

My mind fogged over-

The excitement disappeared.

The feeling of seeing other than Black and White was amazing-

Except I won't be experiencing it once more.

I looked at myself in the mirror and only saw two emotions-

Disappointment and Hate.

I felt anger swell up inside me-

My heart was like a lava pit,

Bubbling with unknown anger.

I peered outside again and saw nothing-

There was no White.

Black.

Black.

Black.

I rubbed my eyes- only to be greeted with the darkness,

Of Black.

My anger disappeared

Now I just feared the Black-

It swallowed me whole,

Eating away my mind

And my body.

Soon I was also Black.

Nothing more, Nothing less.

I felt nothing and saw nothing,

I had no knowledge of the world beyond-

I had no thoughts- except for one.

Writing.

I had no clue what it meant.

I felt intrigued to do it,

So I made paper- the paper was White.

I made a pen- the pen was Yellow.

I made a desk and chair- they were brown.

I looked at the paper-

And started writing.