I am a body.
That is all.
I write to write.
I read to read.
I breathe for the sake of breathing.
I go to school because all the other children do.
I eat to eat, and I drink to drink.
There is no purpose to my life.
Everything around me is white- the walls are a spotless, blinding white. The chalkboard is a yellow-white, and the chalk is a grey-white. All the children in my class have different shades of white skin and hair, silvery irises and grey pupils. So am I. The boys in my class call me "beautiful" and "pretty". Some say I am "kind" and "sweet". This does not affect me in any way. Our parents have arranged marriages, so even if I were to 'fall in love', what good would it do for me?
I began to ponder the concept of love.
This, of course, was strictly forbidden; thinking of such things was against the law. However, that was a problem for me. Once I started thinking about love, I also thought of many other things such as people, behaviours, and places. Then my thoughts started creating exotic things such as extra-terrestrial polar bears that spoke English and let me ride on them through rainbows. It was quite odd, really. Riding through rainbows. The sensation made my skin tingle and I left this horrible whiteness behind. My hair was purple, golden, green, then blue. My eyes sparkled and changed colors. The polar bears also changed colors. It left me breathless.
I also thought of hundreds of other things that would take me hours to write down, but I simply do not have time for that. I am now not just writing to write. I am writing because I want to. Because I can, in my dreams.
Keeping a diary like this is strictly prohibited and I could be executed for this. I wish to take the risk. Thinking gives me such freedom and relief of this utterly bland white world. I have prayed for days, hoping for a streak of color to appear in my life.
And, one day, it finally did.