My Original Works

Yellow

Yellow.

Bright, blinding yellow.

I've heard that it isn't logical to look directly at the sun, but my prying eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. The hand I held to shield them did absolutely nothing for me, resulting in the temporary blindness I was subjected to.

Yellow.

I remember having to look at that bright yellow shirt during that fateful day, squinting my eyes just to attempt to identify you. Your shiny blonde hair did nothing but make my eyes hurt more, just as the dazzling smile nearly took my vision for good.

Yellow.

Your favorite flower was a bright yellow, tucked in your hair above your ear as you bounced around the open meadow without a care in the world as to who was watching. You spun in endless circles until you dropped, and even then you continued to smile.

Yellow.

The car that flashed before my eyes quicker than I had time to register; the same car that changed your bright and cheery attitude to fear.

Red.

The only color that I could see covering your previous yellow shirt; the color that painted and caked those features that I had come to adore and admire over the many years I had gotten to know you.

Green.

The green bar was the only indication that you were still here with me in this God-forsaken world; that each and every breath you sucked in prolonged the life you wished to lead.

Brown.

There was so much dirt covering the ground the day I got to say my last goodbye; the day I bid you farewell and promised to see you again.

Yellow.

Your favorite flower was yellow.

I guess that's why I planted it for you.