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He couldn't sleep.
He walked idly towards the window and looked up. There was the full moon shining brightly, with stars twinkling all over the violet sky. The world was silent. It was as if there was no one in the world but him and the night.
His mind had always been rational in nature. His days were filled with meeting and spreadsheets. He had never had any flight of fancies before. But right now - Right now, there was a force pulling him towards the night. He climbed up onto the window in a daze and walked out into the open air. He kept walking in the sky. It was as if he had always known that he could walk on air before. But that wasn't important right now. Right now, he was looking up, reaching his hand out - feeling the color of violet.
It was a deep melancholy without a name. It was the grief of a dead loved one, the pain of an unrequited love. The coldness of ice. It was painful and sorrowful, and he wanted more of it. He felt like he couldn't let go. Slowly, he felt the color wrapped all around him, entering his soul.
Then it changed little by little, becoming indigo instead. He could still feel the sadness, but it didn't cut him like an axe but just nick him like a dull blade. He could feel the memories half forgotten. Of the difficult times looked back in amusement. Of happiness just around the corner. A low humming of color entered his ears. He tried to grab for it, to not let it go.
Then came the rush of blue threatening to drown him. He felt the sky in his hair, water under his feet and a calmness in his heart. Even through all twisting and turnings, he held steadfast. Welcoming it into him. He looked up, and saw that the moon was closer than ever, begging to be touched. He reached up his hand to do just that, but he couldn't do it.
Then green came, slowly and shy as if embarrassed to touch him. But he welcomed it in his open arms and the color danced around him. The beginning of a joke, the trust in a partner, the ground beneath his feet. He felt the pain and perseverance of growth. Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.
Then came yellow, with its tittering of laughter and its playful smirks. But there was a pang in his heart. For he knew now that the sun was going to come up soon and the night will be gone. As he felt the joy of dancing and the anticipation of a prank, he reached out to try to touch the moon again, to try and stop it from leaving.
But the moon was gentle and unwavering. It didn't stop. It only changed.
Orange came to him in waves and waves. Basking in the warmth before the dawn. Of lovers holding hands. Of the memory that was looked back on with peace and comfort. It was a sigh in his heart. But there was still an unhappiness in his mind of the night ending. He tried to say the word, "No." and try and stop the moon from setting. But the moon didn't wait for him. The moon set below the earth, and he strained as saw it go, trying to savor every last glimpse of it as it disappeared.
He saw the sun burst forth, showering him with its red light. It was an excess in his heart. Of laughter, and joy. Of anger, quick to arrive and quickly forgotten. Of a love so deep and vulnerable, so naive and innocent that it took his breath away. It was something he hadn't felt in a long, long time.
It was too bright. It was too much. He closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes and found himself in bed. He knew at once, deep in his bones that he'd never experience this again. He sat up on the bed and wept.
He walked idly towards the window and looked up. There was the full moon shining brightly, with stars twinkling all over the violet sky. The world was silent. It was as if there was no one in the world but him and the night.
His mind had always been rational in nature. His days were filled with meeting and spreadsheets. He had never had any flight of fancies before. But right now - Right now, there was a force pulling him towards the night. He climbed up onto the window in a daze and walked out into the open air. He kept walking in the sky. It was as if he had always known that he could walk on air before. But that wasn't important right now. Right now, he was looking up, reaching his hand out - feeling the color of violet.
It was a deep melancholy without a name. It was the grief of a dead loved one, the pain of an unrequited love. The coldness of ice. It was painful and sorrowful, and he wanted more of it. He felt like he couldn't let go. Slowly, he felt the color wrapped all around him, entering his soul.
Then it changed little by little, becoming indigo instead. He could still feel the sadness, but it didn't cut him like an axe but just nick him like a dull blade. He could feel the memories half forgotten. Of the difficult times looked back in amusement. Of happiness just around the corner. A low humming of color entered his ears. He tried to grab for it, to not let it go.
Then came the rush of blue threatening to drown him. He felt the sky in his hair, water under his feet and a calmness in his heart. Even through all twisting and turnings, he held steadfast. Welcoming it into him. He looked up, and saw that the moon was closer than ever, begging to be touched. He reached up his hand to do just that, but he couldn't do it.
Then green came, slowly and shy as if embarrassed to touch him. But he welcomed it in his open arms and the color danced around him. The beginning of a joke, the trust in a partner, the ground beneath his feet. He felt the pain and perseverance of growth. Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.
Then came yellow, with its tittering of laughter and its playful smirks. But there was a pang in his heart. For he knew now that the sun was going to come up soon and the night will be gone. As he felt the joy of dancing and the anticipation of a prank, he reached out to try to touch the moon again, to try and stop it from leaving.
But the moon was gentle and unwavering. It didn't stop. It only changed.
Orange came to him in waves and waves. Basking in the warmth before the dawn. Of lovers holding hands. Of the memory that was looked back on with peace and comfort. It was a sigh in his heart. But there was still an unhappiness in his mind of the night ending. He tried to say the word, "No." and try and stop the moon from setting. But the moon didn't wait for him. The moon set below the earth, and he strained as saw it go, trying to savor every last glimpse of it as it disappeared.
He saw the sun burst forth, showering him with its red light. It was an excess in his heart. Of laughter, and joy. Of anger, quick to arrive and quickly forgotten. Of a love so deep and vulnerable, so naive and innocent that it took his breath away. It was something he hadn't felt in a long, long time.
It was too bright. It was too much. He closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes and found himself in bed. He knew at once, deep in his bones that he'd never experience this again. He sat up on the bed and wept.