SEA-Illustration

When I was little I was not normal. When I was given the outline of a bunny in class, I did not reach for the brown or grey crayon. No, I proudly pulled out my brand new 64 pack, which I hoarded so my new friends wouldn’t get broken. I began pulling out colors far too many for me to pick just one and so I painted my bunny rainbow. Where others saw conformity I saw possibility. When there was a problem I’d make my own answer. And then I became a teenager. My world was dyed greyscale with depression, quick splashes of pain before settling back into a haze. I felt alone: just like every other teenager. I stained pages black and re