“If you could remember the taste of past, you will taste your present well”
The past tasted bitter, lingering in my mouth. The olden days are painted grey, as the colours of life just wouldnt fit. The dirty grey drove me mad that I started to dye it red. With the bits of red I filled it up with, the adrenaline rush doubled up. The sensation was addictive, no one knew, no one understand. What I heard was full of shit, people accusing me for the spoilt painting. As time goes, colours strucks, using them to repaint it. The colour were different, it was tainted with hint of grey and shades of red. Its not perfect but its my life. From time to time the fading scars shows up, reminding me of the red painting. Im not shameful but proud to say, even though it’s like a mocking scene, yet my painting with the red foundation, sure poses something more than just a blank white piece of canvas with a perfect tone of rainbow.