Colors.

I always knew it wasn't red
that's just chaos
and burning flames.

They tell you that it's pink,
so soft, so sweet.
But add black by an inch
and it loses harmony.

It was orange for a second,
golden even,
then lights went out
and it was all a mix of brown.

So maybe,
and just maybe,
it was always purple and blue.
The color of love was always just me
and my loneliest starless skies.

Acrylic on canvas, later digitally retouched. Reinterpretation of a frame from “Okay” (Jackson Wang).