The chaos was constant, but now it became clearer to him.
Outside a hundred razor shades of green alongside the brown from the buildings and tree barks.
Inside curtains stained maroon complementing the dark purple wall and lavender door.
The steely grey of the window grills and the matt gray of the wall fan.
The blackish panes, chairs and desk.
The parallel light blue walls that held a indigo ceiling light at the center.
A plain white wall and cabinet.
The red highlights of the cabinet doors.
The brown laminated floors and the mess on it.
The gay-ass bed with its arched headboard and footboard.
Gay-ass?
Gray-ass?
Grey-ass.
The yellow wall outside that contrasted the purple wall.
These are the constant noise and movement.
Colors that were meant to be organised.
A chaos before his eyes.
Laying in the bed, all he did was stare.
Then he went online and laughed for a bit.
At things, people and events.
Laying there was half the work.
He got up and ate something.
Then went back.
To lay there.
Amidst the chaos.
Only now it was highlighted by the shapes on his pants and the colors of his shirt.
Dancing before him.
A vision found again.
He sat up.
The chaos he knew was back.
The chaos he loathe was back.
No, it was always there.
He just was foolish enough to forget about it.
These four walls were a gem.
These four walls is where he lived his whole life.
These four walls keep constant.
Yet the things inside keep changing.
It is the chaos inside him.
The madness that grew up with him.
And now it is the madness he must face.
Looking around, his eyes searched for the enemy.
For a lie.
A threat.
A cheater.
A ghost.
But then he stopped.
The chaos only growing louder...
He smiled.
This was beautiful.
The chaos is beautiful.
The contrasting and complementary colors.
The distracting and senseless placement of things.
The noise outside his window, and the noise within.
He smiled.
But maybe it was not for this at all.
Although the chaos didn't care.
For the chaos was never there.
And that was really beautiful.
Zzz.
