[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Pieces from a book I’m writing for my final assignment of Writer’s Craft course + a gift for my best friend — ( Pt. 2/2 )
Red. The colour that can be found beneath your flushed cheeks and ears, scrunching your eyes up as you say that ever familiar line, “Shut up” in a high pitched tone. All jokingly, all lovingly. The sense that you will fight with cutting voice and quick movements if it means doing what is good for the lost and the broken. You speak of red when passion falls heavy before your lips, born from whirling thoughts and rushing blood. Hands gesturing, eyes sparkling, you spill your entire love into what makes you smile and find joy, and that just makes you a mess. A beautiful mess.
Orange. The colour that can be found through your warm words and actions. Pat, pat, on the shoulder—“Are you okay?”, you ask in a comforting tone afterward, gentle as the flower lips that presses tenderly against one’s wounds. Rarely, do you believe that you are helpful to anyone, but know that even when you only try to lift your smile up, as a way to tell someone that everything will be alright, it is like you trying to lift their world up with them. It is not perfect as fairytales goes, but their world becomes at least a bit more brighter. Just at least. Just at least, and that is enough.
Yellow. The colour that can be found behind your starlight smiles and rich laughters. With your jokes and shoves, you never fail to make the world feel so much alive. Amusement sings horribly but carelessly from the bottom of your lungs that are tightened by the constant laughing over the stupidity and fun, as joy flickers across your sea kissed eyes, matching with your wide grins and bouncing heart. Your presence shines so wonderfully, not even the storms and hurricanes can ever put you out. Believe me as I smile at you.
Green. The colour that can be found between the strong skips of your determined heart. A stubborn asshole you are—the one who is never willing to back down from their hardworking bullshits. You see, when you step onto the path of glass shards, you only bleed determination, and when you fall and get bruises all over yourself, you just rise and grit your teeth with an annoyed “Not today, Satan,” and move forward. Limping, but moving nevertheless. You work so much and live so little. As much as you deserve the success you have wished for, you deserve to live too.
Blue. The colour that can be found under your eyes and skin. The soft smiles and small sighs that you can only give when you feel your heart weeping. ( “BLue isN’t a DePReSsiNg CoLoUr!,” says Casey while he reads this part, so let there be positivity for blue too. ) But blue is also the colour that can be found in a belief that everything will be alright if searched for with strength and courage. It is like the gem that can be found in the deep ocean, like the flower through the thick forest. You will feel lost at times, but along the way, despite anything, you will always find something wonderful.
Indigo. The colour that can be found hanging in the air as your love touches the innocence’s worlds from the tip of your tongue and fingers, creating flowers and bees and stars; the reminders of how much they deserve to live a beautiful life. Your loyalty burns fiercely through your veins, as your heart sings with adoration, its beats matching the gentle waves lapping against the banks and the kindful trees swaying across the lands. This is a song that many people of this world should sing of more often. The world needs more people like you. I swear.
Violet. The colour that can be found in you as a whole. The colour that just reminds me of home.
Red. The colour that can be found beneath your flushed cheeks and ears, scrunching your eyes up as you say that ever familiar line, “Shut up” in a high pitched tone. All jokingly, all lovingly. The sense that you will fight with cutting voice and quick movements if it means doing what is good for the lost and the broken. You speak of red when passion falls heavy before your lips, born from whirling thoughts and rushing blood. Hands gesturing, eyes sparkling, you spill your entire love into what makes you smile and find joy, and that just makes you a mess. A beautiful mess.
Orange. The colour that can be found through your warm words and actions. Pat, pat, on the shoulder—“Are you okay?”, you ask in a comforting tone afterward, gentle as the flower lips that presses tenderly against one’s wounds. Rarely, do you believe that you are helpful to anyone, but know that even when you only try to lift your smile up, as a way to tell someone that everything will be alright, it is like you trying to lift their world up with them. It is not perfect as fairytales goes, but their world becomes at least a bit more brighter. Just at least. Just at least, and that is enough.
Yellow. The colour that can be found behind your starlight smiles and rich laughters. With your jokes and shoves, you never fail to make the world feel so much alive. Amusement sings horribly but carelessly from the bottom of your lungs that are tightened by the constant laughing over the stupidity and fun, as joy flickers across your sea kissed eyes, matching with your wide grins and bouncing heart. Your presence shines so wonderfully, not even the storms and hurricanes can ever put you out. Believe me as I smile at you.
Green. The colour that can be found between the strong skips of your determined heart. A stubborn asshole you are—the one who is never willing to back down from their hardworking bullshits. You see, when you step onto the path of glass shards, you only bleed determination, and when you fall and get bruises all over yourself, you just rise and grit your teeth with an annoyed “Not today, Satan,” and move forward. Limping, but moving nevertheless. You work so much and live so little. As much as you deserve the success you have wished for, you deserve to live too.
Blue. The colour that can be found under your eyes and skin. The soft smiles and small sighs that you can only give when you feel your heart weeping. ( “BLue isN’t a DePReSsiNg CoLoUr!,” says Casey while he reads this part, so let there be positivity for blue too. ) But blue is also the colour that can be found in a belief that everything will be alright if searched for with strength and courage. It is like the gem that can be found in the deep ocean, like the flower through the thick forest. You will feel lost at times, but along the way, despite anything, you will always find something wonderful.
Indigo. The colour that can be found hanging in the air as your love touches the innocence’s worlds from the tip of your tongue and fingers, creating flowers and bees and stars; the reminders of how much they deserve to live a beautiful life. Your loyalty burns fiercely through your veins, as your heart sings with adoration, its beats matching the gentle waves lapping against the banks and the kindful trees swaying across the lands. This is a song that many people of this world should sing of more often. The world needs more people like you. I swear.
Violet. The colour that can be found in you as a whole. The colour that just reminds me of home.