Sometimes silences are silent,
They are the empty lines on a blank sheet of paper,
But sometimes silences speak oceans of words-
They are public proclamations and private promises written in invisible ink on a blank sheet of paper-
To find them, you have to look closely,
You have to listen.
You will find that silences-
Silences are beautiful,
They are enigmas,
They are the colours of the rainbow.
Darling, those silences,
They hold within them every colour of the rainbow; they are vibgyor.
Sometimes silences are violet-
They are secret, stolen glances of "sneak out with me?" in a crowded family barbeque.
Sometimes silences are indigo-
They are the colour of the sky on the night you both snuck out,
They are the blank canvas on which the stars paint half-pictures in dotted lines that are so sensational that we give them names and put them down in history.
Sometimes silences are blue-
They are oceans of words.
Sometimes silences are green-
They are natural and earthly and they give you the air you need to breathe. Sometimes they are a forest, layers of complexities not all will learn to recognise or love.
Sometimes silences are yellow-
Sometimes they aren't as mystical and enchanting as always.
They are the sallow of illness and they are the hurt of separation.
Sometimes they aren't as extreme; they are one of you being tired at the end of a day and the other having hysterical stories to tell, but you're so tired so these stories get compressed into a box that has a post-it note on it that reads white silences, waiting to find their colour.
Sometimes silences are orange-
They are outrageously wild inside jokes and peekaboos and flirtatious text messages.
Sometimes silences are red-
They are the flames of a burning house and the wrong things said at the wrong time and the charred black of your skin when it touches the ashes of the tree house you built together.
But then.
Sometimes red silences are passionate and..
Red silences..
They are..
Imagine.
Red silences are whatever you want them to be.
They are promises and love and everything you dream.
Red is a primary colour, red is right in the middle of the spectrum.
Red can be made a perfect pastel pink, the exact colour of flowers she wants on her wedding day,
Or red can be made black.
Red silences are a piece of playdough,
To be moulded into whatever you want it to be.
Red silences,
Like all other silences,
Are beautiful.
Silences.
Are.
Beautiful.
