A Letter To My Dearest Intention

Dear Colo(u)r,

'Shade. Tone. Tint. Hue.'

All synonyms of you.

(Like the way the sky(ies) can be different shades of blue)

That's how I think of you.

I honor the way you hold it down

And then back up --- Depending on your mood.

You're how I learn myself.

Different shades of me vs different strokes of you.

One line drawing point of view.

Eye thank you.

Let light touch your surface

And I begin to dance.

Follow you around

Yet I'm independent.

In it to win it.

Say it. I meant that.

Put it on exhibit.

Let everyone come see the show;

The way the set up goes:

Red, Orange, Yellow...

You know the flow

As if aligning your chakra - OH!

Felt that in the stroke.

Feel it in the one, two, three, four

The way I count all the different versions of you

That I really want to know more

Because yes

Learning self is what I get from you

Some type of mirror work

How your Iridescent glows so true.

Love watching you do you

The way you let me free flow on the go

No matter the hue

We do it again & again

Like we've known each other before,

Though we truly do.

I just clean myself of you

And come back for more

Again and again you allow

And I thank you once more.

This is why

At the end of the day

It is to you I bow.

For you hold the crown,

I just follow the rule.

Pick the tone.

I listen to you.

Your favorite tool.

Signed,

Your #2

(#2 Round Head Brush)