An essay I did for school… last year, I think. I was in a writing mood, so it turned out to be something like this. XD It was the best essay in class for this topic!! Muahahaha~ Ahem. Anyways, here it is.

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A myriad of colours surrounded him, almost blinding his azure blue eyes with the sheer intensity of their vibrance. Colours, bright and dim, warm and cool, contrasting and harmonizing in their own quirky ways molded themselves into this exhuberant shade, this undescribable sheet of colours that filled his visionary world to its very brim.

Hesitantly, he took a step forward, his mouth open in his awe as he gazed at the varying colours. ‘This has to be a dream.’ He thought absently, his legs moving of their own accord towards the unknown destination before him. Vaguely, he noticed how each shade of colour changed with every tiny movement. A flick of his hand, and red was dyed purple, another step forward and blue and green melded together to yield turquoise. This is a peculiar and extraordinary place, for in his sixteen years of life, he had never seen such brilliance contained in just one simple, yet complex place.

Somehow, these colours nostalgically reminded him of his life. Bright with colours at times, and dimmed to practically wholesome darkness at some others. Red, a simplistic colour, yet held much meaning for him. For it held anger, love and the dreaded crimson blood that seemed to flow endlessly from the lifeless bodies of his parents. As if the red was threatening to drain them dry, till there was no more left for it to covet. And as his thoughts led him further, the world turned a deep blue shade of blue, navy. Despair and guilt at his own helplessness. At his inability to save them.

Yet, as he drove himself into the dim corner of depression, he was forced at he same time to face the stark reality in all its piercing white. Even with the death of his parents, the world continued to turn, and the sun still rose. Life would remain the same for others, even if his was changed. His acknowledgement of that turned his life a breathtaking rainbow. His friends, teachers and acquaintances were what changed him. The cheery smiles and friendly pats on the back, the good natured advices and stern faced reprimands that had literally dragged him back to reality. To face what he had left behind and to recover from his losses.

It seemed almost queer, that he should be able to see all of his life with the utter simplicity, and unbelievable diversity, of these myriads of colours. That a simple pink could represent all of his dating years and a cornflower blue seemed to summarize all his experiences from childhood to his puberscent years. They, with their contradictory simplicity and complexity were probably the finest and most unforgettable that he had ever seen.

-Ende-