Life is a spectrum of color. Anger is red, bad days are murky blue, and the sunshine feels like yellow, though everyone knows good days feel brighter. When you stub your toe the spectrum lands on purple, and when you eat your favorite food, it flashes pink. Every day is a fresh pallet of colors, scrubbed clean with the sleep of the night. You will have blues and pinks and greens and yellows of varying intensities. Even days that are only blue melt into different shades. We do not live in only one hue, we exist to find brand new colors. There is no such thing as just bad or just good. There are too many colors for that.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
