someone told me of painted days....Watercolors splashed across created life. Of emerald green, lavender grey, sunflower yellow or center sky blue. The green in different shades of light...Filtered through dappled hues in its vibrant exploding organic breathing beauty.
The grey like the colour I looked outside my window to see today. The colour of eyes mesmerizingly soft and sad...like my grandfathers when he looked at me and smiled.
The yellow, they said, like a dress I wore and felt alive. The light warm, bright happiness of yellow never makes me tired. The blue like a place I go and hide, a liquid haven of distorted time...A middle world neither dead or alive. Days in different shades painted in watered colour.