Colour me

Music in my head: King Crimson- In the Wake of Poseidon
Today's weather: Rainy

I sleep, dreaming of a macho me, when the pink walls of my room, covered, in vain, by posters of sporting heroes and heavy metal rockers slap me effeminately every time the power cut wakes me up. My vision is a multi-coloured blur for a while, before my eyes get accustomed to the blushing walls.
A dreary yellow walk through the brown of a small dust storm stirred up by a passing truck deodorizes my deodorant and coats me with faintest shade of beige. I enter a chaotic building painted a shade of green that can only be described as pungent. I sit among a horde of beige faces with colourless expressions, as we anticipate the arrival of Darkness.
A Black cloud enters the room, and all the beige is drained out of the faces. The words droning in the background bring back the multi-coloured haze. Colours slip in and out of focus. The green walls turn lighter, and lighter and lighter, until the cloud is finally lifted. The colours that were swirling around in front of our eyes return to our weary faces.
Now the skies seem less blue and the trees less green as I plod back wearily. Tomorrow is not a new day. A potpourri of pink, yellow, brown, beige, green and black is brewing up somewhere to take me through tomorrow, but all colours turn pale in the presence of the laminated light brown of Observation.
And as I write in blue ink, the skies turn darker and darker, a red moon rises and sets, and the light of the stars fail to penetrate my veil of discomfort, until I finally sleep.
I sleep, dreaming of a macho me, when the pink walls of my room, covered, in vain, by posters of sporting heroes and heavy metal rockers slap me effeminately every time the power cut wakes me up. My vision is a multi-coloured blur for a while, before my eyes get accustomed to the blushing walls…