the azadi of colour

the last few weeks have felt strangely subdued.
almost as if an unknown dimension was making itself felt by its absence.
and the gloom was oozing into the other dimensions.
this morning as i cringed and donned black and white for work, i knew what it was.
colour.
my spirit is caged in the confines black and white!
i have no junoon, no wit and no madness. my mind has gone bland.
my soul has been chained by the propah-ness of black and white.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
i want to wear colour again!
i want to feel the wholeness of green, the energy of orange and the chutzpah of purple...

i want to wear all of them together! blue and lime (o lime!) and red and ochre!
i want all of them to wear me again!

value it all you people in the free world outside courts! (liiiime...)
the freedom of colour!
the freedom of waking up in the morning, looking at your clothes and being able to ask yourself which colour you fancy being today. and then being it.
its a precious thing..

but coming back to my problem-roh suggests accessorising with colour. ("orange socks")
good suggestion.
and perhaps it would have helped if i had realised this earlier.
but at this stage of the problem, where the longing has turned acute, it just seems like too little too late....i want to be wrapped in orange! be swathed in it, nothing less..! everyday! in fact, no..i want to wear a new colour every few hours!
get my fill of them all in one day..feel the glory of magenta and red together! and blue and green! and ochre and orange and shocking pink..

..and thats just what i did this rainy monday afternoon.
got home early and changed into red and orange.
the effect is almost life giving.
i'm back in my element.
and until this rain subsides, i don't even want to think about going black.

(..the other fallout of this is that my days as a black and white clicker are numbered.
but thats another blog now..)