100 Word Challenge Entry: Kaleidoscope.
Hundreds of thousands of colors and shapes and shades, swirling endlessly around a single point. As children, we dance with them, turning and turning, falling into one another. Making art as we mesh.
As adulthood nears and passes, we become nostalgic for the dance. For just a moment, before the nauseating swirl drives us away, we watch the colors sway, enjoying the vision. We never dare to step inside, afraid of the mindless, supersaturated tumbleweed. Afraid we’ll be swallowed. Afraid we’ll disappear into the colors and never find ourselves again.
We forget that, as children, that’s exactly what we wanted.