Tragedy of colors

Colors fade. Colors die. My friends betray. They scar my pride.

They stab my back with blade in hand. My heart Pulses and throbs as they plunge the blade deeper and deeper.

I've learned to let go, to not form attachments. Attachments are what get me where i am, where i stand today.

So now i ponder the question. What if i drag this knife across your throat to end it all?

To end the hatred. To end the lust. To end it all in tragedy. Tragedy ends all but creates new as well.

With tragedy comes creation of new emotion. It pushes you to the brink. After tragedy you are no longer the same person.

You change And through this change, this tragedy i've learned that Colors and friends are the same.

As time passes they both wither, fade, and die.