He walks alone, his steps like a beat of the void, a steady metronome.
“The color.. Where is the color.” Aware of it’s power, he is lost in its absence.
Into a frenzy, he runs. The click-clacks of stallions trapped in the city streets.
The sound, the beat.. faster, Faster, FASTER. “I feel it. I hear it. I’m close...” The fire of his blood calls to his Spirit.
“But I don’t SEE it,” he whispers into the gray. He grasps His heart.
He opens his eyes with the alarm of a new day. He stands & he exhales, “Perhaps tonight.”
Dream without Color? Live without Life.