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19 pieces
GOLD
Purple-ish
green
White
A throbbing feel
Overwhelmed
Is that the word
Chapter 1: This is me and my colours
Mr. Coward and Prof. Poet
White gold
Day 1 near the slopes
A day of driving throughout a country I always think of as grey and dull, surprised me with smiles and green.
Sometimes
Cipressa
Cipressa tree
Why not just write
Writing here
Dream
a dream started with waking up in a dark room, not knowing where i was, and all around me i found people with masks.
Free writing
In writing I’m free, I’m happy. In touching this keyboard and letting my colours flow free over the screen, that is when I let go.
What said is said – what is done
Payback
Me
All in 2 days
A moment
In life
A dream that became a start to write
A dream in so many ways in so may forms, though is just one I plot down…
Some free writing – explicit
I walk through the hallway of an old Victorian hotel, looking at the room numbers in orange gold, I find the number I’m looking for 269. I knock, the door is gently opened and I’m received by your two sparkling eyes, you wearing a black dress, the one I admired as it shows your lovely figure.
Orange as in no orange
White
Porslain blue
White and buttons
Boarding
Thoughts that I can follow as they pass through my head so fast, I don’t know. Looking at the screen in front of me I can see the bright text, I can read its corporate content, though i don’t know, my head is full, full of joy, full of everything and full of nothing.