- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
When your world feels like a splatter of bright paints. When everyone's own pen writes over your paper. When the dark background persists as much as you fight. When the chairs blockade your being from view. When you stand on the thrills and chaos of society. When lips wear a smile but pupils melt into tears. When everything is vivid and only neutrals stand out. When it looks like your head is spinning, but the walls are on a swivel. When your eyes find a teal heart In a sea of vibrancy. When the colors of the world blur your clear cut vision, you are only grounded by your feet.