letters to fay // z.m.

09

dear fay,

i remember when you told me you loved my art. i haven't painted at all since you left...i guess i'm kind of homeless now, too, so that doesn't help.

i think it was during late july, when we were out in your backyard sitting by your old swing set. you asked me what i like to do, and instead of replying, i just got out my sketchbook.

"i love doing art, too!" you exclaimed cheerfully, your aqua eyes glowing. "can i see?" you asked.

i nervously handed you my sketchbook. while you flipped through the pages, i stared up at the leaves of a tree in your neighbor's yard. they were white and pink, not a cherry blossom tree exactly, but still very beautiful.

"these are the most wonderful drawings i've seen... zayn, you have so much talent! i love them! i love your art!" you announced, carefully closing my sketchbook.

"thanks, fay," i replied. "but i'll bet your art is better."

you blushed and smiled. "i don't think so, but you can see for yourself...let me get my sketchbook, i'll be right back."

then, you charged into the house. while i sat alone, i thought about nature for a while.

i never really could describe your eye color, fay. but now i realize it.

your eyes in the morning light are blue like a cloudy sky. in the dark evening, your eyes are the dark blue of the sea. when you are focused on something, your eyes glow a light sapphire blue. your eyes are like a blue butterfly. when you are excited, they are like the blossoms of a beautiful blue flower. your eyes are the color of a mountainside. your eyes are always changing..i can never compare them to enough things, fay.

maybe that's why i hate my own eyes. they're an ugly mud brown. always constant, never changing.

i wonder what color your eyes are right now..

-z