Colour Of The Day
I wake up each day, subconsciously marking the day with a different colour. As if looking through a kaleidoscope, some colours predominate over the others, but never in total oppression. One particular colour, in stark juxtaposition against its counterparts, plasters to the back of my mind; influencing thoughts and actions.
An immutable phenomenon, a phantom, a disease. Spreading its grasp throughout every extremity, every cell, unhindered.
Working its way through any wall of resistance, quick to capitulate and crumble under the insurmountable force.
And all these takes place silently behind a veil. A shadow cast, without the presence of light.