[One: Green]
I have no desire to be accepted by society, although sometimes, secretly, when no one is watching, I wish I was.
[Two: Orange]
Every morning when I wake up, I seem to have missed my cue, I seem to always wake up with an exasperating abdominal pain that usually disappears after some moments fade into the terrible darkness that surrounds my new and untouched day. I almost always wish to pull this lady sleeping next to me a little closer, where our skins touch and remember the taste of life, I wish to cuddle and squeeze the soreness of existence out of us, to look into her sleepy eyes or her drooling mouth, to smell her terrible morning breath or something equally disgusting and think to myself, ooh! I’ve fallen in love with you, haven’t I? But she never quite seems to exist in this world. I beckon sleep to take me to that dream where her whole life still is, but too much time has passed and dreaming now seems to be for the hopeless.
[Three: Purple]
Sometimes, when I’m still awake, I wish I could be able to talk about deep philosophical topics, to engage in meaningful political debates using lofty terms I picked up from the last book I read. At that moment when I’m lost in those train of thoughts, I realize I don’t read books for the same reason as others do. For I’ve heard many spend timeless time exploring different worlds in the works of different authors, exploring the shape and experiencing the fragrance of the mind of another being, as that seems to be the closest we can get to seeing the world through another pair of eyes. On the other hand, I, for the most part, seem to do so only to fill my empty mouth with tasty terms, to add yet another collection to my old arsenal. I put off the construction to a later date when I’ll again, lie to myself that I’ve collected enough witty similes and formulated engrossing cliffhangers!