mosaic.

Today you asked me about the colors of my wardrobe

Beige, the skin that covers my fragility like saran wrap

Green, a forest that hides my deepest thoughts

Crimson, a drop of blood from the dagger of relentless anxiety

Grey, the complacency of a routine

Black, the empty abyss of my mind

Each day, I wait

Hoping for the day that colors aren't so blinding

that the brightness doesn't cause me to seek shelter in the nearest cave

but rather run towards the light

that I could wear yellow, pink

teal or orange

that maybe,

the colours won't always be the brightest thing in the room.