The sky is violet and no one knows.
It's the purple that purple was meant to be.
Brighter than plum and more perfect than grape.
It's violet like the way it feels for that person to touch you.
Light can come from their fingertips and shock your skin.
That kind of purple.
It holds a softness more beautiful than silk.
It's so royal and lovely that you know it's going to destroy us all.