Whitewashed...

I seem to have this strange affliction. I love color - will plant rainbows in the ground, make salads that look like a flower garden, drink in the beauty of the colorful women all around me, sing songs of every color of the soul...

...but I can't seem to wear anything but white, or shades nearby. Something won't let me. Drawn to pink, or red, or green, I try them on, but immediately take it off. Garish, I feel painted false. Even my old standards of black and brown - something just won't let me. So I put on the color of the breath and just let go...

"Tis a gift to be simple, tis a gift to be free..."