Anonymus (00°)
Everything was blue. All my eyes could see was blue.
Blue, blue, blue.
The color of beautiful things such as the sky and the sea. But the sky up above was grey and the sea was hundreds of kilometers away from me.
I lived in the city. Everything that should be blue wasn’t, and everything that shouldn’t be blue, was. The walls of my house were painted blue. Nature was blue, too. People were also blue. I too, was blue. But I wasn’t always like that.
When I was new to the city, my heart thumped yellow. But it was hard for my heart, so the waves drowned out the sunshine, and I became dull and blue.
Years passed before I saw another color.
I was walking down the street in the heart of the city. I could hear the buzz of activity like the heartbeat of a sad city. It was loud, constant, and overwhelming. My tired heart beat to its rhythm.
But then, I heard it. Crystal clear and louder to my ears than the overwhelming blue.
Someone was laughing. Such a strange sound to my ears. Moments later, I saw him.
He was walking down the busy street, carefree, relaxed, joyful. And he was pink. Vibrant and full of life.
Pink, pink, pink.
The color of the flowers in spring that I hadn’t seen in a long time. The color of the feathers of the birds in the colorful stories I heard as a child. The color of idyllic sunsets and sunrises that lit the blue skies with color when the yellow sun touched the horizon.
He stood out like a lighthouse among the blue around him, and I understood what pink stood up for. Freedom, hope, euphoria. And love.
When he reached me and smiled, he only said one word:
“Hello.”
And I could feel my heart beat with new energies, no longer tired. It pumped yellow again, alongside his pink heartbeat, the thrumming of the blue city long forgotten.
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