Jaune

I like to remind myself to be yellow.

In a contrasting world, where everything is one or the other, sometimes grey, I want to be yellow.

I want to be that one reverse still shot in the reels of captured royal blue tales.

A rising glitch in an ordinary routine. A brave one.

The similarity of bravery in those who reversed suppression—daring to express.

To open my eyes as wide as a coral and lavender sky.

In the looming nothingness and remembrances of old colorless fears basking in the dark, I want to be brave.

I want to be yellow.