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green—
You came back with green this time. And it wasn't stains, it was grass.
Did you play with the children? Did you have fun?
I wish I could play with you. I wish I could roll around and jump with the little kids. I wish I could go outside.
I could see you play a Western game outside my window. You were smiling a lot. You were taking pictures of the children. You really looked like you were happy.
And when you looked at me through the window, you grinned still. Your hair was full of grass. Weren't you embarrassed for yourself?
A kid swiped your shirt with a green crayon and you ran after him, laughing. Was that green? Doesn't that usually mean "go"?
"Green means go!"
Is that used everywhere? Didn't it start from that traffic light? The colors change, and green always signals to go.
It also means the fields, the trees, the plants. It means the beautiful art of moving and admiring. It means to push forward.
"Hehe, this is green, you know?"
And when you showed me your shirt, you smiled at me. I knew you wanted me to wash your shirt, but you came back to show me a new color.
Green is the fields.
Green is the movement.
Green is the signal.
Green is the safety.
You told me green is a very nice color when it comes to emotions, and you really like it. Should I like it too?
Green is the sign that tells me to reach for your happiness.
YOU ARE READING
tincture ↠ j.jk°
Fanfictinc•ture \ˈtiŋ(k)-chər\ : a substance that colors, dyes, or stains