Off-White
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I rarely stay in one color for too long,
I get bored with one color quite quickly.
I have fallen in love with green.
The vigorous stems and the infinite grasslands had made me sink deep into them.
I have obsessed with blue.
The mysterious and noble gem, the vast and eternal sky.
Aspiring but can not obtain.
I have been crazy about orange.
Echoing like the sun of hope, the powerful light penetrates the life plagued by fog.
I have flaunted purple.
Unique and phenomenal, unveiling the soul that desires to be extraordinary.
Color is healing for the eyes.
It is also the healing of the spirit.
I need a different kind of healing substance.
I need different healing ingredients to heal my brain, which is imprisoned by diverse diseases.
I wouldn’t say I like pure white.
It’s dead and stuffy.
I can smell the disinfectant.
Off-white filled my life.
This may be a physical choice.
My body involuntarily attempted to be close to it.
Like cream.
Like eggshell.
Like wool.
It always softly comes to you.
Sometimes it is Prozac.
It alleviates your apprehensions and anxieties about your demanding life.
Sometimes it is a harbor.
It offers a brief resting place on the route you are constantly voyaging along.
Sometimes it is a speed bump.
Stop your rampage and re-examine yourself.
Off-white,
Pure with a touch of plumpness.
Innocence with a touch of seduction.
The fullness of the grip.
Silky and tingly.
Lingering in dreams.
Never-ending.