Orange
You woke up at sunrise, and there was the color of peace in your eyes. Huge diurnal butterflies surrounded him. The sun welcomed you when you emerged from your cocoon. The clouds were gray and the whole sky was for you. The warmth of the sun penetrating his hair and the pallor of the wind blowing from the sea were on his face. You started and tried to stand up, the wings that still held you tightly did not want to let go. While you wanted to spread your wings to freedom, there were those who did not leave you. You were not used to carrying the truths you had to leave behind as a burden. You wanted to fly to the sun, to the sun that warmed you and gave you your color. You were going to witness many blues, but it was the oranges that made you who you are and you had to leave.
