2 a.m. thoughts

pink

she wasn't sure if she was the only one but certain things remind her of colours. once when she told her brother about it, he laughed and said that it was her superpower. she thought he was joking but what she didn't know was that there was some truth behind it.

she grew up with faded and neon shades and all sorts of colours the spectrum could provide. she mostly saw red; for passion and pain and beauty. she hated pink for some reason. that was until she met someone.

the someone, her best friend, her love, made the mundane seem immortal. everytime she was with her, she saw shades of pink engulfing her mind. glitter, neon, pastel, faded, brightened, shiny, matte. the colour she had hated her entire life would now fill her heart and soul and make her feel things she could only dream of. every second the shades changed, almost as quick as her beating heart.

most days, she'd wonder if this "superpower", as her brother termed it, was nothing but a mere instinct to find comfort. but as the days went on, she realized it wasn't an innate habit, it was a source of desperation to fill that aching hole in her heart that seemed to be void and colourless. and thus, when she saw her, it filled with over joyous shades of pink.

maybe thats why she hated the colour. because it could make her complete and she wasn't used to depending on others to make her whole. or maybe it was just a mere coincidence that transformed her life into something fathomable. the constant fear of being engulfed by this certain shade would haunt her blissful dreams and yet give her a sense of comfort, a feeling of belonging.

she knew that in this unexplored universe she wasn't the only one with this attribute. she knew someone had to be out there dreaming of the same things she did. she knew there was a whole new world out there exploding with unimaginable colours. but for now, she was okay with what she had; pink.