Sea green, lilac, silver.
Grey, not gray.
Colors that don’t shout—
they shimmer,
depending on the light.
I avoid red, gold.
They know who they are.
I prefer the hues that ask,
“What are we becoming today?”
Because I, too, am becoming.
Always.
Sea green, lilac, silver.
Grey, not gray.
Colors that don’t shout—
they shimmer,
depending on the light.
I avoid red, gold.
They know who they are.
I prefer the hues that ask,
“What are we becoming today?”
Because I, too, am becoming.
Always.
