The Enchanted Forest

The forest of enchantments, yet I am here again, where everything feels alive and yet different from what it was when I last saw you.

I didn’t know there were so many shades of green until I started painting the colourless with colours. Colours that came from the mind, you see. Colours you couldn’t even see.

How wonderful and meticulous must be the hands that painted this enchanted forest of the cosmos.

I could see far beyond what my eyes could see. I could wander beyond what my eyes could wonder. There were different shades of blue and colours I couldn’t even name. How lucky must my eyes be, to witness such a wonder.

And so I live to come back here again and again, to this colourless life of mine, to understand that all my colour, all colours combined, make nothing at all, which is white, and colourless.