Late night thoughts are tying a knot with late night urges to splatter my brain in a blank canvas.
Countless of brown shades I've made, I've mixed.
Not even close.
I gave it a touch of green.
Wrong, your velvety voice whispers along the back of my head.
None of these can even closely resemble your eyes, none can grasp them.
Why can't I grasp them?
I laced my fingers through my hair in frustration and I went into an archive in my mind, remembering that color.
Velvet. Another color I could make a thousand shades of, but they could never match your voice.
Why can't I grasp you?