Creating Characters

Creating Characters

I always wanted to feel at home. A place where I could fall into. where my dreams, desires, and fears could live without judgment. My world. my space. my heart. I would swim and become color.

I was taught to live in grey.

It wasn’t a very bright world for a girl who dreamt in color. I dreamed of yellows and blues. The sun and the sky.

They called to me.

I could hear them whispering in the wind.

The wind visited often. It didn’t always have beautiful things to say. It often very often came with rain and thunder … and fear.

I knew fear. I knew confusion

I was raised to believe one thing. A man and a woman.

colors could not exist in my world.

But I had a secret … I loved colors.