my mind breathes color
painting memories with
faces in rich oils
light watercolor
water rarely dirties
you are a strong forest green
welcoming, rooted, sensible, honest
he is a gentle sea blue
jovial, calm, deep, understanding
my dear friend, carrying a foreign name, royal purple
the boy I used to fancy, burnt orange
the other boy, rich teal, when he returns my smiles
cinnamon, pearls, dusty blue
my father is honey-stained oak paneling
my mother is garnet fabrics
my brother is a vivid red
the woman behind the coffee counter this morning, sweet canary yellow
the man jogging past my house this afternoon, the color of granola and sand
and me. i.
the world is a kaleidoscope
i have always been grey
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
my mind breathes color
painting memories with
faces in rich oils
light watercolor
water rarely dirties
you are a strong forest green
welcoming, rooted, sensible, honest
he is a gentle sea blue
jovial, calm, deep, understanding
my dear friend, carrying a foreign name, royal purple
the boy I used to fancy, burnt orange
the other boy, rich teal, when he returns my smiles
cinnamon, pearls, dusty blue
my father is honey-stained oak paneling
my mother is garnet fabrics
my brother is a vivid red
the woman behind the coffee counter this morning, sweet canary yellow
the man jogging past my house this afternoon, the color of granola and sand
and me. i.
the world is a kaleidoscope
i have always been grey
