When I get old[er],
will the color of my life dry out?
I suffer from immense drama/sensitivity and I end up generating my own agony, due to my heightened sensitivity towards people.
The more color bleeds out,
the more color ink dries off.
The heart is weary from color overexposure.
When I wake up from these days, as if they were half-remembered dreams, will the shade of my life be gray?