The hollowness which will sustain forever

 I visualize the hollowness in the life which could be colorful.

This is because I was being validated as "I am special and I started feeling it".

"I felt that I am brave enough to go beyond the border because I felt being special".

I was overjoyed. I spent time thinking about the crayons. I spent time thinking about the spectrum of the rainbow. I was delighted to witness the sunshine. I was brave enough to navigate the sunsets.

Seasons came and gone. 
Ups and downs approached.

but I was happy with crayons.

Where has those living objects gone? 
I am too sick to wait.

I have started to color myself, I have made a part of me brave enough to accept the loss of the old crayons and have started building one for me.

I could use my own crayons and color it, in the huge paintings of the universe, I am going to use my own crayons to color it, It might break or it might paint awful but it is my crayon.