Somewhere In Brooklyn

3 - October 20

I love black.

No matter what other people say about the shade, I find black peaceful. Almost everything I own is in the shade of black or gray. I never liked bright colors. They're too... bright. Colorful. So many emotions bursting in them and I can't handle that. Not when my mind and chest is bursting with noises and pain.

But then I became captivated by that long hair of yours. It's actually more of an orange than red (but red hair sounds more okay than orange hair, you know). I think the girls in my school call it strawberry blonde. It makes me wonder if your hair smells like strawberry. There were times when you wore it down, curtaining your porcelain face. There were times when you had it tied up in an elegant knot that made you look like a princess. Sometimes it's just messily braided. I think I can handle red and orange and strawberry blonde now.

But when I close my eyes all I can see is the first time that I saw you. It was up close that I saw how your left eye is a bit bigger than the right one. How they blink quickly before your smile reached them as you apologized to me. How green they are. Seriously, they're the greenest green that ever greened.

Black. Gray. Red. Orange. Strawberry blonde. Green.

You confuse me. I don't even know your name.