Am I beige? Or sky blue?
What are my true colors? And
how would I know? I can
be beige. Just ask my mom,
she taught me beige. At times
I'd like to believe I'm sky
blue. Peaceful. Heavenly. Light and breezy.
But I know better. I'm so
NOT sky blue! So what then?
The oranges, yellows and purples of
the twilight sky speak to me.
Interwoven, ever changing, with no one
evening resembling the next. The deep
purple of moodiness. The orange that
longs to create, to make a
difference. It consumes the moodiness when
given air to fan its flames.
And the yellow that is light
and hope and lemons and sunflowerrs.
I love the yellow. I miss
the yellow most when it fades.
It was the hardest of my
colors to discover. But it's in
there. And growing brighter these days.
That's me. Ever on the path
towards genuine. Towards really letting all
of my true colors shine through...