Put Some Color in My Life

Sometimes I wonder if life was just an endless cycle of nothingness; if we were meant to see each day as a canvas to be painted and repainted again and again because there is no such thing as a masterpiece.

I don't understand. I wake up, I laugh and laugh more and laugh a little bit but at the end of the day when everything ends, when my tiny little eyes close I enter this pit of tranquil loneliness and at the end of this pit I fall again, from the start, when the sun rises, when my tiny little eyes open.

I have gone through everything I want to go through. I do not want to journey to the end of the Sahara, I do not want to fall from the very peak of the Niagara Falls, I do not want to try eating 10 footlong hotdogs, I do not want a lovely damsel in distress, nor do I want to fly.

I have ventured in my everywhere. I have journeyed all throughout my whole world. There is nothing left. Show me the trapdoor to the other dimension, show me something new, show me something virgin from the peering eyes of strangers. Put some color in my life.