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. A man sits in a room legs folded head down a pen rolling around in front he grabs draws the words of multiple colors the colors change with what the words offer the ceiling, walls, and floor white empty besides the man and his colors some green here some red there orange splat and yellow sprays purple spills, indigo is in the air he continues for days and days until the white is gone his legs arms and body strong to the imagination this feat belongs there is no where left for color so then he sketched the door and sat back on the floor stared for hours at this door afraid to escape what he creates finally the nerve gathered he reached for the handle bum bum.. bum bum.. bum bum his heart in great suspense the knob he turned the door swung open .gasp. to his surprise with his lonely eyes there were more there were more people with colors everywhere minds creating there own but together the pictures had grown into a connected life of there own so he ran his footsteps and breath his heart, mind and soul left tracks of color meshed with rest no longer alone the man had found home