See,the world is colour!

The goodness dieing, the beauty is crumbling.

We run away in the next of them, can't recognise them. The man fade into frugality, can't see by itself, have to make it to see. And that's problem. If others make us see then we can't see that in their reality, not from our point of view, the reality become fiction. But fiction is valueless, can exist only in dreams. The grey means everything against us, and against that make us real, against own thoughts, against own opinion, to can see, to can REALISE, SEE without anybody else. This is the value. Dare to be different, see, make opinion freely. Create reality into the unreality. Colours instead of grey.

Beauty. Ourselves.