colors.

he who belongs at the end of a rainbow
renting out its feelings to accompany my own.
a majestic purple; a cheshire cat.
bold and cooling to the eye,
with just a hint of madness mixed in.
and within the palette of bright images,
it is the darker undertone that stands out.
the pink and the yellow and the orange
have nothing against the color i am,
and have not the meaning that i control.
the color of royalty.
the color of difference.
the color that makes me...
cool.
intelligent.
and content
...who i am.

but haven't you ever had that creative outburst?
that moment in which everything falls about
and nothing remains except hyperactivity.
the result of an overdosage of caffeine
or the want to be an annoying little bugger
to the ones you love to confuse.
my dearest sky blue.
still containing the same undertone
that the purple thrives upon
just with the bit of purity mixed in.
and the creation between purity and darkness
creates an idiotic antigravity.
me.
and i do so reach towards the color that lurks above.
the color that hangs within the air and confuses us.
how can it happen?
how does it occur?
but that's the trick.
you'll never know.
it just makes me...
insanity.
hilarity.
and just a hint of surreality.
...who i am.