Patrick F. Suttle

I dreamed in colours vivid gold and acid blue. I woke confused when my life remained in black and white. I longed for those bright colours to melt in my mind. I closed my eyes to embrace sleep with hopes of being attacked by that constant prism of bright lights. On this night sleep did not come and I accepted this existence of grey doldrums cast in black and white. Would sleep prevail? Or does this life offer no reward but the constant diminished paleness that comes when we focus on black and white.