Color Less

I was painted

baby blue

Caged in soft cool colors, I learned to

un

feel

the edges of my room fading

into pale midnight. they say

Blue,

you need to take a joke

act your shade

defend your hue

you don't want

to be seen in

purple,

do you?

I grew and sprouted.

Freshly green,

feeling blue, desiring pink and

experiencing nothing in between.

Through thorough thoughtless time's life lessons painted

upon myself

Fading hints of blues turned

gray.

All colors fade in the absence of light.

The night brings

only the ach-

romatic scenes exp-

erienced from the earliest plays upon old TV screens. The screen may glow a nondescript hue, but the broadcast ends.

A Vo

-id ensued.

I'm sorry, folks, That's our show.

I can't perform when the script is over.

What color is your mirror

does your glass of water still blend itself with the memory of the ocean?

I haven't been blue for a long time.

I was never blue.

I reflected blue, since blue was only ever cast upon me.

Color less.

Reflective lens.

Your perception comes from what you don't see.

A prism does not need a color to be beautiful.