Wherever I find myself,
the reds bleed into the blues.
I am trying to stay afloat,
while I let myself sink.
But where is the yellow?
Where is the gold?
Where is the bright color
that isn’t ever in the sky?
Like golden eyes in marble statues,
things people made
to try to be other than who they are.
That’s where that color is.
Purple I suppose,
opposite yellow.
Complementary,
visible but unreachable,
but I’ll still make it,
bleeding my reds into my blues.
Odilonvert 
i love this… the use of colour is bold and full of gorgeous imagery. thanks for sharing x
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Thank you so much! 💙♥️💜
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you are most welcome! x
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Beautiful words…
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Thank you, Gillian♥️
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