Another old piece of writing. 15 March 2010. I wrote this while trying to keep myself awake while waiting for my bus at the Port Authority bus station in New York.
Colors of Us
Black the color of your cold eyes.
Red the color of the blood dripping from your hands.
Green the color of the grass we lie on to watch the stars revolve in the sky.
Blue the color of the sky dripping with the love of our springtime memories that continue to drain the black from your eyes, the blood from your hands and continue to hold the stars in the sky.
PaperDaisyGirl 