Allow me to introduce myself in nothing but colour.

Allow me to introduce myself in nothing but colour, I shine, I shimmer, I bronze in the summer. Subtle hues may break free time to time and again, I allow them to run like the ink running through my pocket due to the upside down pen I rushed to stash after attempting to write this poem, again and again and again.

Can’t I find words true enough to explain to a stranger? Who am I? What makes me me? all these streaks, like a brush to a canvas made by moments in time I set free, I am free, Now that’s me, What a pleasant surprise, We’re both getting to know me now.

I spend every waking moment in colour, I hear, breathe and speak vibrant, the epitome of a struggling artist who’s main struggle is finding the words to explain how the momentary vulnerability of life leaves him in crippling excitement for what splash will come next. When I sleep it explodes, unexplainable beauty lays dormant until my eye lids meet to form lightly guarded doorways to my dreams with a note on the door that politely asks ‘Please do not disturb’.

I’m proud of all I’ve become, I see through eyes that recognise hues only visible to some who choose to see the unseen making every moment a million years, I’ve succeeded in lengthening my life by distorting the very fabric of time with the help of colours so clear.

These colours I see make my memories sharp, I recall I was four years old in a field playing Family on the back of a rust filled pickup truck and it all started there, My love to grasp a moment like the four year old me unknowingly experimenting with photographic memory, the first shot of many.

My name is Lakyn and I keep seeing colours that I’ve never seen, like a dream, within a dream, within a dream.