Love gives depth and color to life. Without love, live
becomes grayish, dull and pale and two-dimensional
like a yesterday’s newspaper page, tattered full with
house flies poop, it’s just nonsense script. I thought
he was real and the love he wrote about to me was
true, but he was just fake news. Oh, I’m doing well
even if my mornings now are dreary. I follow my
daily routines but with no joy – until it’s evening
again. And then I go to bed covered in his long
black coat. But I don’t dream about him more.
What would I dream about? Oh, I know! I need
colors, I need depth in my life. I need romance.