Kenlea Barnes
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The Kaleidoscope that was You
The last time I saw him he was in bright yellow socks, gray vans, and a tie-dyed shirt. Now that I think about it, it was the perfect outfit to describe the resplendence that was us. The white representing the pureness of what I felt for him. The pink and red were the cruel things we did to one another. The green showed the small little lines of hope that faded in and out just like we did. And finally, there was a blue undertone that showed the damning fate that we both knew had to happen. The blue was my favorite, maybe because it made his “stop me in my tracks” eyes pop or maybe because it was the only honest color of what we were. Orange was his favorite color, bright neon orange. He probably doesn’t even think twice when he sees mine, something he had memorized at one point.
By Kenlea Barnes4 years ago in Confessions
Slipping Off by a Thread
I sat looking down at the tattered and worn thread sticking out from my yellow chair. It was waving back and forth as it poked up at me through the neatly woven pattern, refusing to lay flat and blend in with the rest of them. How had I not noticed this before? It felt uncomfortable to see something so out of place surrounded by my neatly organized and contained house. My chair sat catty-cornered in my room, exactly three feet, from my made bed. My floors were swept, vacuumed, and moped daily. My pictures hung perfectly straight and were leveled to the exact degree. My pillows on my bed, couch, and chair all matched and were always in the right order. My closet contained clothes that were both color coded and arranged for each season.
By Kenlea Barnes4 years ago in Motivation
