Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them

I climb the door instead of a treeJust to crawl with myself walking freeWhat if I’m a lizard beneath my skinChanging my colours of the human I’ve been

I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.

The colour of fear is never dark or black; it has the colour of thunderbolt; usually white, but can appear in different hues depending on how the fear travels through to get inside your heart

A lie has many colours, while white is the only faithful colour of truth.

Lightning hides the colour of night