The Color Changing Hue

I like the painting up on the wall 'cuz many people would like to see it too. I like how many people would come about and look at the painting as if it was the perfect masterpiece, as it conveys the brightest of images and the most spectacular colors of all the arts.

Yet as the years pass and I grew older and wiser, I reminisce the time when I look upon the same wall and saw the painting. I remember how crowded the place was when they came, when they arrived just to look at one single painting. Now, it has faded to grey like the halls that carried it. The museum has only one visitor per month and the paintings and sculptures all decay and rot.

Yet, I don't remember any difference. It has been the same museum, the same people who resided here, the same memories. However, like the paintings that changed hues, times have changed without them saying so. You wither and turn grey without no one telling you that you are so...

and yet, I long to go back to the day, the day when I first met the painting, all before everything changed color