A colour, an emotion, a memory. The things that slowly fade to a pale tone of regret and uncomfortable friendships. All that once made life perfect and peaceful, common and familiar are now a sour taste. One that lingers and bubbles on the tip of your tongue. Maybe for a moment you catch that piece of comfortable housing for your mind; coating over your once hateful thoughts of fleeting moments past. Perhaps you spend hours sitting in that one faithful spot where you are always able to imagine that of your past. Only in this chair, where the sun hits your face at just the right second all the pictures and moments became alive again as they once were in that very place. Dancing and jumping from space to another, full of life and energy. Breathing in each ray of sunlight that flitters across their stage. These are the characters you have been searching for; the moments when your body seemed most alive and ticking. But like a colour that smears across the surface of a clean white canvas they cryout and fade to grey. Reaching their hands out as they gasp, colour draining from their cheeks. Your moments and comforts shrink and with them the sun teasingly moves right past you as if to somehow wipe your colour away until its next eerie return.
