Like a slap on the forehead it hit me once, and then twice. how odd! that a turn of the cloth may reveal many a plain flesh underneath it while earthly locks of hair playfully glides across the shoulderβs meander deserving of the secondβs seconds. alas, neon green does absolutely nothing at least, not for the searching soul. though it may give off a fleeting impression a kind version of an oddly-open intimacy. not unlike those found between close friends and certain objects of anatomical desire. form-wise, it exists in a non-euclidean space. personal yet utterly undefined uncharacteristically characterized. with a wavelength of precisely 544 nanometres enough to fill an entire moment with a thoughtful glance and such handsome wonder.
It's fascinating how the way a certain color hits you, isn't it?