I was thinking about why it is that I feel out of touch with everything nowadays. I get no enjoyment from things that I used to find bright, thrilling and interesting. I also have nothing to share with motivated, happy and successful people who try their hardest at life.

I used to think that it was everything around me that's become dull. A world with nothing to offer and no interesting or worthwhile aspects to it.

But regardless of who you are there are people that relate with you, and there are opportunities to be had and beautiful things to be experienced. Life is short, and there's plenty of color left in it for such a brief period that we have here.

But when you're depressed, the color in you evaporates. You're left as a hull. Someone with nothing to offer, with nothing to lose, with nothing to have, nothing they want. The only colors left, are the alarming ones.

How would a colorful world appeal to a colorless person? They are polar opposites. Like matter and anti-matter. I realized that, regarding how depressing things comfort me and appeal to me. Since that's who and what I've become. An anomaly.

Yet I still yearn for a bright light to illuminate my emptiness. Something so vivid, that it would finally reach through and comfort my secluded soul.