Throughout my childhood, I was known to have a midas touch. It mattered not whether it was academics, sports or even video games my talents where undeniable. I stood at the pinicle of all things, an epitomy of excellence, unmatched, unparalleled, second to no one. I was showered with all sorts of praise and titles, however, not once did these words of praise give me even a slither of ecstasy, neither did they grant me any real sense of achievement. It was as though my life was dead
They say when one is truly alive, the emit a certain colour that reflects their souls, a colour that represents their being, a colour, one which I never got the chance to obtain.
Everything has always been so easy, always so close. I could obtain all things for so long as I held out my hand. I could acquire anything, well to be more specific anything but a colour.