Chapter 1
How do I even start this? How could I express everything that I am feeling in just 10 minutes? Impossible.
I would need more than an entire life to portray all that my unuseful mind has as feelings. Pretty complicated right?
We can have a thousand and one thoughts inside us yet at the time we need to write them down on paper, there is nothing, just white.
Everything is white, white as the snow that one day I’d wish to touch, or white as the color of the socks I am using right now, or even white as the majority of feelings that I have.
The truth is, actually, that I feel so many things that I don’t feel anything, I feel white.
But, how? Our whole lives they tell us that life is colorful, pink, yellow, even black, but I just see white.
How should I feel about this? I see people full of colors, experiences, emotions, and then I see myself, feeling everything and feeling nothing at the same time.
Feeling the white seep through my veins, destroying little by little each one of my colors that, once in a lifetime I could feel or see.
There is nothing worse than this feeling, and yet I am here, sitting and writing about this without doing anything else than just been consumed by this deep and poisonous white.
-Min Min.
