A Monochrome Gray
Some days the strings to my heart cannot be plucked. The strings are stiff, immovable objects like pillars of a home. Take one away, the house may still stand, but take away two and everything comes crumbling down. Through emotional strain, the strings to my heart can snap and lead to its demise.
Other days, the strings can be plucked and played, bringing out beautiful sounds. The music made from my heart introduces colors into the world of monochrome gray. The sounds will bring joy, but if the strings cannot be plucked then those needing the joy will never escape their monochrome gray world.
Why is it that after so long my heart cannot make music anymore? The strings can be plucked, but no noise comes from them anymore. Slowly, taking one pluck at a time as though I was fine tuning the sound of my heart, still, no sound comes from the strings. Why can this be? Everything seems to be alright with it. Pumping like normal, but no sound from the strings.
It doesn't even cry in pain when the strings are stiff. no blood rushes through the open holes when the hollow strands are cut open. Nothing. Has all the meaning of my heart disappeared? Where has it all gone to?
Will I find the meaning of my heart again, or is it all lost forever? The colors of the world my eyes perceive has slowly faded to a monochrome gray. The sound my heart used to produce faded, and the color has followed.
The previous bright blue sky is now cold and gray. The blooming flowers are not only gray but odorless. Where has my once beautiful world gone?
I guess that I am bound to walk along this monochrome gray world in search for color and meaning until the day I perish.