Six. That's me. Just a number.
Still with too much life in it. Too many memories. Far too many feelings. Sitting in my cell. So often unable to cross that threshold. Alongside the ever-burgeoning urge to run outside. Speak out. Shut up. Every second the same. That fine line between burying myself deep and I rule the world. Up and down. Black and white.
But I'm still here in my cell. Not a prison cell, though it feels like one. My shed. My garden refuge. 2 cm thick, old wood. Everything that surrounds me. Everything that protects me. Freezing cold in winter, hellishly hot in summer. A thousand times safer than my apartment. Filled with all these thoughts and even more numbers. Numbers that give me something to hold. That help me escape. And to build a wall between me and you. Still you.
Your hate was once my strength. It's time to get it back.
Up and down. Black and white. And still counting, I dive deep back in search of answers and even more questions. Nurturing the desire to almost slam it back at you. Without the possibility of looking away. Turning my prison into a cell for change. And indeed, through the Six Code, something new emerged: color. Green from numbers. Purple from transformation. A spectrum I never knew I needed.
Counted past and future, transformed into something you can collect, decode, and maybe, just maybe understand.