The bright colors

Sometimes I feel that the bright colors have disappeared from my life and it becomes dull and the dark colors are that full of my life. It’s too hard sensation when I remember these day especially when my dad died and this was the first time I face the death face to face. In these days I didn’t believe I will never see my dad again in this life. So I didn’t see the bright colors but I saw the black color surrounded me and the tears inhabit the eyes. Just screams around me to kill any bright color. The happiness features disappear and began to show signs of lonely paint weaved around me, maybe I can’t understand the others or maybe I find many people in my life have bad feelings like hatred and the selfish which makes me sad and I prefer to be alone for long time but always I have my way to escape from all that. My writing makes me again painted all colors of roses in my life.