The Color Of Me.

Why was I in such a rush to get here on this earth, is there something wrong? I couldn't wait two more months? Why am I so little? The voices looming large behind the pink veil urge my departure assuring me of success, to disclose not the answers I descended upon my mother, I turned.

Barely weighing four pounds against the four winds filled with latent protein, I grow to be a big man, larger than life as I stride both sea and land, refusing to believe I am nothing more than a man, until I saw the sky, filled with many vibrant colors behind the workings of an airy iron density.

I recognize every color, and soon wake to hear music from above that only I could hear. Bewildered, I surrender as much as I am allowed.

Life contained took many years to decode and embrace into my loving arms so I wouldn't spill a drop of colorful intellect stemming from the mammalian dimension of discontent.

I was after all human, but then something more, a singularity, no other like me ever. Hard to take, harder to force.

The mission to get the truth out is imperative I am sure, but at what cost, my death?

I Can't be accused of self-deicide for it goes against 'Right Human Relations', my story. A shrewd periodical of evidence on why I came to be so much earlier than expected, no one knew it, but me.

I enjoy life! I enjoy the many splendid colors that I do not get to see very often, because I lived in obscurity before, the darkness held no light, no color, just black nothingness.

There has to be another way to impose my victory over those who see nothing but gray in their hearts.

I'll leave after I paint everyone's heart with the colorful art of truth.