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The Colours of Things.
Blue, Green, Yellow and Shimmery Gold- these are the colours of fireworks outside my window.
A dull red, the colour of rust and old blood is the pain inside my lower back. When it is sharp, it becomes more angry and vibrant, the hue of poppies and fairytale poisoned apples. Sunset orange- by turns my frustration and joy of being alive and creative.
Right now my feelings are pure white, clarity and snow and bone. They are still unformed, shifting between purity and peace and the blankness of rejection, the grieving and tumult and anger so intense it burns brightly as a star.
Loves me, loves me not. Loves me, loves me not. The colour of that is turquoise.
Some colours are more obscure because they change. Some things are obscure but still get colours assigned them.
The hereafter for instance. It is aquamarine and silver blue.
Blue, Green, Yellow and Shimmery Gold- these are the colours of fireworks outside my window.
A dull red, the colour of rust and old blood is the pain inside my lower back. When it is sharp, it becomes more angry and vibrant, the hue of poppies and fairytale poisoned apples. Sunset orange- by turns my frustration and joy of being alive and creative.
Right now my feelings are pure white, clarity and snow and bone. They are still unformed, shifting between purity and peace and the blankness of rejection, the grieving and tumult and anger so intense it burns brightly as a star.
Loves me, loves me not. Loves me, loves me not. The colour of that is turquoise.
Some colours are more obscure because they change. Some things are obscure but still get colours assigned them.
The hereafter for instance. It is aquamarine and silver blue.