The void overruns.
My world is changing from color
to Black and White
to the nothingness of a black hole.
A wintry field
Blanketed. No distinctions.
Barren and lifeless.
And yet as the expanding border of the nothingness consumes what's left for the eye to ponder,
just as quickly,
Color.
Pale at first.
Growing more vivid.
Deep colors of course.
Reserved. Cautious.
Bright is too deadly for those of us who are accustomed to the black and whited land.
But here. Color.
Purple.
Midnight.
Burgundy.
Oxygen rich blood, coursing.
It creeps and consumes, melts the nothingness with a hungry reddened singe.
Fire to a paper.
An orange.
A yellow, green!
Could it be true?
Life is returning to the world of grays and blank void.
And I feel pain. New. Tiny at first. Then so strong.
Like the thawing of frozen toes.
It burns and I hop, adjusting to the sensation.
Thankful to feel, to hop.
The colors they warm me, thaw, even with only their waves.
No heat, no touch.
Just a burning in my brain
and the trigger of a memory.
The old me.
I'm coming home.
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