Tue, 12/27/2016 - 16:59 -- isiller

From seeing the world in black and white to seeing it in colors.

I've become a scholar.

Everyday being stage fright times ten,

but all I had to do was find my zen.

Never wanting to do anything and feelng tired all the time,

but now it's peace time.

Don't dwell on the past, or

you'll feel harrassed

by the memories.

And there will be no remedies. 

Not seeing what comes next is okay. 

If not you'll see the world grey.

Now in the darkness I can see colors.

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