Somedays I am yellow!
Those are the days I get up from a familiar bed...smell familiar pillows....
There is green tea waiting for me beside the bed.
There is somebody calling my name,the same way she has called me for the last 24 yrs of my life.
I wish I could always be as yellow as that!
Everybody knows my name when I am yellow
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I wish I had known my colour.
I tried hard in my early years to master the art of pigmentation. I evolved into a chameleon. Sometimes to boast of supremacy and sometimes to hide. I was brown when it was cold. I was black when I was evil. I was blue when I was bruised. I saw myself in every colour and I don't remember which one to associated with now.
Good that you know the word yellow. I don't even remember the spelling of word colour.
Was it color or colou................
I am gray.
Sometimes dark enough to called black. But of course black doesn't exist.
But never light enough to be called white. Of course white too is a myth.
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