Perhaps the lost innocence of the world is a cause for us to feel disappointed.I needed this hope to carry on with no apparant reason .

This unexplained, pure and humble hope.

I suppose this hopefullness would not be needed that much if the world was a nicer place.

But the world wasn't a kind place and the
life was barely close to our expectation.

I was suffering from a tedious life which I didn't seem to belong to it. My urge to a humble happiness and hopefullness dragged me to colours.

Coulours are the resemblance of hopefullness.

Acknowledging happiness at the same time as failure. An undeniable undescribable pleasure.

However, coulurs are not all alone. There is this mystery laying in between coulours.

Those narrators of little secrets, trying to balance the world, to balance the content and form .

Narrators for stories of inocent lives , living and being alive.

Vaghar Aghaei