When violet leans to blue, I seldom think of you. When violet leans to fuchsia, I wish we were a little closer.
How the memories of colours linger like lavender - colour, fragrance, flower - a triad of delight, a triple treat, dried out, growing, now even flavouring coffee; or amethyst, a family favourite adorning fingers for as long as I remember.
Favourites, are they seasonal, fashionable, gendered, conscious or unconscious?
I’m unsure, undecided and I attempt to be undefined by them but I don’t really mind when I am.
Violet and all of it’s leanings might be me today, so if you see me, let me know we seem a little bit closer than yesterday.
- BTW 10/05/2021
About the Creator
Brooke Webb
High school teacher by day - trying to balance a life outside of work by night.
Time well spent includes walks by the river, reading, sketching and sharing memes with friends both near and far, and I've recently started swimming.
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