ruthiestump

White. That's all he sees, day in and day out, white. He always wishes for a spot of color. A splash of red, a dot of blue, hell even a trickle of the world's ugliest piss yellow would make him happy, he just wanted a change from the boring constant predictable white. He learned that if he looked at the white long enough, little black dots will pop up against the white and then he's happy. He has color. It doesn't help that he's dressed in that horrible color either. Well, white isn't a color. He learned that in art class in high school even though he never really paid attention. Black isn't a color too, go figure. He's been stuck staring at