Shades of every color, everywhere, with a different meaning. Fascinating.. Isn't it? A shade of red, dripping from her wrist, into the water, and a different shade of red then leaks from the bathtub onto the floor. A different shade of silver, from a pocket knife or a razor or a regular kitchen knife. Shades of pink fading from her face as she slowly rests, a different shade of pink growing with frustration or falling with ever so struck horror. Shades of white, from the peeling ivory walls, to the chalk white, terror driven faces of those around the area. Shades of white from the creaking bathtub, the cracking tile floor, and the sink. A Shades of yellow, a ring around the dried blood as it begins to fade over time, yellow begins to form down her arm as time passes quickly. Another shade the light that is soon to flicker out. A shade of green was her eyes, that now are shut, as others turn green in the thought of her being in that bathtub, ready to regurgitate at the thought. Three shades of blue, going from dark to light are on her lips, from resting under the water for so long and from the horizontal column going down her arm, with occasional diagonal slashes. Several shades of purple, going from lilac to violet, form on her body, also showing her death. An entire rainbow can tell a story.. But can one point of view from a human? Or Anyone else? No, of course not. Only a rainbow. That's why it exists, isn't it? Isn't that the reason? It isn't only humans who wish to tell the stories, it's the colors too. The only difference between the two, One tells the truth, and the other is just like I and you. It's between a lie and the truth. ---------- <3 JP -JP