silk lilly speaking : this year is orange (2017)

One day when love was still young and i was enjoying his rare presence since I barely ever saw him we were standing under a green neon sign i told him about how i see things in colors i began and told him that when he’s with me when he’s anywhere near me i see things in pink i feel very light and the crowds and the loud beeping magically dance in harmony they create some sort of music that his voice leads it creates delicate scenes beautiful big paintings where he’s the main character the thing i study and let all colors just compliment him . He laughed ,then i told him about how i also see things in red because i was often so angry I couldn’t do anything with myself i told him that crowds hit me hard when i am angry voices beat strongly at my head until i melt into a puddle of blue then the world is grey he thought i was lying he thought i was making things up to impress him which i admit i have done on the course of the time when i had him but since so many people had him too at the same time since i felt like it’s some sort of competition i was a bit desperate to have his eyes on me so i could show him all the magic all the work my heart could do in his name in the name of love ... but this was true it’s still true i still see colors i see the world in filters my eyes could turn big mad cities into quite places for babygirls or set the world on hot fiery colors when i am mad everything is a part of a bigger thing a bigger picture that’s so incredibly inspiring that we are so weak beside it we claim to be self inspired when this picture is what feeds us it’s what keeps us alive or well it’s sometimes what kills us ..
Now since he’s been away new colors have been introduced to my visual palette the picture is richer now that everything i see isn’t judged or inspected by him and all the people that had his eyes over their own i can say that orange is my new color light orange surrounding the delicate pink blob that i am full of life for once in my life my bed isn’t a casket my words aren’t throwing themselves off the cliff of my mouth
I am okay and I truly mean it
This year is orange