If I give color to a picture then it means you will know the choice of my vulnerabilities sustained and managed secretly.
Let me be grey and sober.
Let me scream in the woods of that mountain where I once sat and loved the silent barks embroidered with their lives.
You want color? Let me bleed, for this is one phase which I can reveal or you can see.
Your wondering about me being a fugitive is no worse than an assumption of observing me as a feeble.
I will bleed my curves so that your keen eyes could figure out my hinged demeanor.
You also be red with me; See how your colors differ from mine.
See how your eyelid lets you see a color a second half or a second more than I do.
Have a glance at the palette of colors.
They might be same but they adorn us in a whole different way, just like a night and a day.
Let my ambiance be sober, and me be grey.
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