Colours

The colours around me just kept getting blurred,

I wondered what was wrong with my vision,

Or rather my imagination merged with reality...

Maybe it was just a fog,

Or maybe some clouds too near to me,

It seemed a lot lighter,

As if I were way above the sea,

Was it even a sea or rather the sky with a little less blue..

I could breathe freedom,

Nothing unusual much though,

That's how it feels when you are flying,

But I couldn't really decide,

If it all was just a myth or the colours were slowly departing from the world, my world...?

What if it's just a dream,

With just me and none of you,

Some black, some blue,

Guess I was falling for colours, now that you weren't there,

And then I wasn't there too,

Only a wisp of liberty breathing through the air..