tonight, I feel light purple.
it has always seemed something so lively, innocent, unassuming.
I feel like light purple and I know each other fairly well. we do have a bit of history. I've lived in purple for my whole adolescence, and I write in it right now. it holds my body, and therefore, these tangents too.
tonight, it reaches out. it paints my pillow and my sleeves. it colors in my eyelids and splashes on the top of my right foot.
I feel like it knows me enough to know I'm here right now. and it knows me enough to know I haven't been anywhere else. except sometimes.
light purple is unassuming.
without pretense but with realistic annotations still present within.
it's not fantasy, just comfort.
light pink is fantasy, of course.
