They say green dominates blue, and brown dominates each.
But where does my colour fit in? Is it simply undiscovered, not yet proven dominant over any other hue? Or perhaps my colour doesn't belong anywhere.
Maybe my eyes are just a small part of me that proves there's some kind of glitch in my mind.
Some kind of defect in my brain pulling me into an unknown darkness.
Remember all the good times when trouble comes.
Remember the love you were shown, the people you had, the hope you were given, the joy you always knew was there.
At least when they're gone, you'll still have the memory of them as they were. Remember. That's what people would say.
Those were the beautiful words they'd use to tell you everything was okay.
That even though they were gone, those you loved so dearly, you could always remember.
What happens when you can't? What do you say to someone who can't say, "I remember"?
Someone who has no memory, because it was stolen from them.
What can you say, to someone who no longer knows who those beautiful people are?
To someone who can't remember...who they are?
-Ellamae Z. Kendrick