The Perfect Palette


I get attracted to these colors like butterflies to do flowers. These wings, they need to be flapped. And it tells me not to stick to one color; my mind says to pick one, but my body can’t be tamed. It knows no limits, no restrictions. I surrender myself to the radiance of these colors. My soul is fluttering, but I can’t find the congruity between the colors that’ll give me the contentment I am seeking. Even if it’s false, give me hope that my pursuit of achieving the perfect harmony of the colors would pay off. That I’ll have the redness of love; the happiness that comes with yellow; the sometimes jealously of green; the serenity and integrity of blue; and the kindness of pink; the perfect palette.

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