Wednesday, March 21, 2012

i collect sunsets in the palm of my hand

[day twenty-six: your favorite color]

i could sit here and wax poetic about the way the sky bruises at sunset, red and purple darkening to a blue-black that gradually fades into the yellow of sunrise the next morning. i could talk about the color of the light reflecting off the ocean's surface. i could write paragraphs of flowery language relating colors to people to fruit to elements to memories. i can tell you that if my professor were a color he would be red. you might be green or yellow or blue. i could tell you of the werewolf that lives in my imagination with purple eyes the color of mystery and royalty.

i could. and maybe at the end of the post you might know that black is one of my favorite colors. that blue is another one. you might.

but i have class today. i have homework to review and computers to prepare and all i want to do is get back into my book. maybe take a nap. i don't have the energy to write pretty words, to think pretty thoughts. so i'll just tell you that, if i had to choose one, i guess my favorite color of the moment would be grey and leave it at that.

*My Favorite Color - Backseat Goodbye


  1. anonymous hippopotamusMarch 28, 2012 at 10:26 PM

    oh no! so many posts with 0 comments!

    umm so i found it interesting how you described the sunset in such a grim way. i can't find the right words. but usually at least how i would have described it would have been more magical, beautiful, majestic. yours was kind of depressing....bruising.. :|

  2. i think depressing things are beautiful. bruises can be pretty. but i get what you mean.