I find my self bordering between a Brandeis Blue and a Bright Cerulean, Not too brilliant like Turquoise, but yet I don’t find myself as dull as the Cadet shade, nearly Grey.
Although, depending on the circumstance I can exude a shade of Chartreuse, Which leaves others a bitter Cal Poly Green, A color which looks terrible on anyone.
My favorite shade however, is of bright Ruby Brilliant and fierce in all its color, but can suddenly change in one swift mix. With Black it becomes a tainted ashen Rouge, spoiled and rotten with grief and distaste Bubbling under your skin, turning into a fiery rampage
Rather than becoming pinkened with a serene Pearl A complement to the Ruby, flushing it with hearts desire Soothing it too a point of Lavender, then Boysenberry And then finally, Back to my Brandeis Blue.