A spectrum of colours lie waiting
To seep into my now sealed pores.
I have existed an eternity without them,
But my empty veins are now thirsty for a world
They had once known.
My eyes are eager to finally see
Beyond this washed-out reality.
Time has no meaning here-
Yet, it is too late.
The scars have left no room for colour on my canvas.
-When will I be able to breathe?
–Ria Chawla 12 AICE