Technicolor

I contemplated my life.
I thought and reflected
On myself.
And I breathed my thoughts 
Onto the paper.
Onto the sheets, I wrote.
Onto the pads, I unfolded.
Splotched my notebooks
With an ink.

That is when my world 
Changed into technicolor.
The dull, defeated.
The dim brightened.
When the lines form an edge
And birthed words.

So I wrote 
Of the things
I, by far, contemplated
And understood.
For my words failed 
To tune a sound.
But found their way
To construe my mind.