Sometimes the world is colored, in nuances of grey.
The colors of my mood.
I want to get them back the colors.
Like a fresh painting.
I look up to the air.
And the sky is grey.
I have colored dreams, with pink and blue.
When shall my world at the day, being colored again?
I have no answer to it.
And then, one night, I dreamed of a door.
First I can’t find the key, but later I found it.
I opened that door, and I stood in a garden with amazing
beautiful colored flowers and I felt so happy.
When I awake, I was in a much better mood.
I opened my curtains and the first thing that I saw, was a
beautiful sky with blue and different nuances of red.
And then I remembered the dream with that door.
I found the key, it was just the key to a new chapter in my life.
It was the key to a new period of happiness.
My dreams turned out into reality, a beautiful experience
that I never shall forget, I enjoyed life at the fullest now,
I’m happy it is going to be this way. No words needy to say.