the colors are vivid, but no one else can tell.
i snap the photo with a slow smile while relishing in my secret:
the image, the moment, the picture is recorded twice, but the color is only in my head. black and white ends up on the printed picture, the finished product, the image i want the world to see, but i keep all the colors in the file in my memory.
they are mine
mine
MINE.
the closer they are to my heart, the brighter they are.
i don't like sharing.
but mostly i'm afraid of diluting them, the more i share them out. it's too important to take that chance.
i don't know what i would do if those bright hues were lost for good