yellow paint

A man bereft of all colours.
He lives in a world that is either black or white.
He is sightless to the rainbow's seven colours and visionless to all the shades in between.
Will a man like him ever dare to dream? Or so they thought
In a world of unreality, he was a different person; a person whom he loved.
Only there was his ecstasy found.
A safe heaven it was.
Then one day his life came to an end. " the boring man is finally dead." they all said.
It is the day their beliefs are debunked the old boring man is a work of art.
His paintings were locked up in a room up the hill. What a  talented artist he was!
From underneath the door, it sneaked in at night and through the day it disguised into words coming from people's lips.
All this sadness and loneliness was too hard for a human's heart to bear.
He just wanted to ease his own pain and painting his insides yellow was the only way.
Maybe if he too was painted by the colour he glorified he would be able to smile like the people he drew.
The whispers were all too loud.
Their world was bereft of colours.
Their world is Sightless and visionless.
All he desired was to paint his world in the colours they are clueless to.
All he longed for was to be able to smile.
All he wanted was for one person only one to see those paintings and maybe reassure him that it wasn't he who is blind.