First, there was nothing.
White. black.
Daunting yet exhilarating
Fluctuating, shimmering
emptiness.
Then, there was a sound. A spark.
A laugh, a cry, an eagerness to greet the world
Glistening hazel hues opening
Black. White. Grey.
Curiosity, hesitation.
Then, there were voices
Guiding. Teaching. Protecting. Hurting.
Encouraging, condemning.
Thoughts, dreams – devoured.
Locked in by expectations and norms.
A monochromic world. A monochromic path.
Inhibited, chained, confused, stuck.
And then there was a drop.
A splatter.
A splash.
Red. Yellow. Blue.
A flurry of paint speckled bristles
A convergence of colors
Morphing and transforming
Breaking through.
Unchained.
I am me. Free.
Limitless.
A rainbow.
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