Looking through all those colors
Giving me a headache
I understand nothing
What is real, what is not?
Thinking about the origin
Thinking about the nature
Of everything I see, everything I feel.
Nothing makes sense.
I close my eyes.
I try to see what is not there
To see what have no color
I hear a soundless voice.
Take off the kaleidoscope
They are attached to your eyes.
It is there to create the illusion
To make colors.
Want the truth?
Everything is grey.
Even black and white doesn’t exist.
What you call black is the darkest grey you can see.
What you call white is the lightest grey you can sense.
Everything else is a shade of grey.
There are no colors.
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