better

I'm colorblind but I could see many things have taken a lighter shade.
Even my egg shell had put on a coat of lighter colors.
I walk on familiar terrain but with a different eye glass.
It is beginning to feel that what I find colorful once upon a time seems... dull now.
Not a bad thing though.
After being in my new parade for five months, things changed.
My shell changed, the inside too.

Some find me foreign, some do not know how to commune.
Hey.
I'm still here.
I'm still the egg with a shell.

Becoming something better, lost someone dear.
Come on.