My eyes whisper streaks of gold, especially when they catch mocha fireflies from across the room. Innocent as the blanket of ABC blocks that throws itself onto my lap; intimate as the footsteps that approach my inner circle, forcing the corners of my mouth to somersault and dusting my cheek bones with roses. My dilated pupils dart around my surroundings; quickly at first, then slowly as I observe my wallflower perch. Certain sapphires encourage them to criss-cross; as if we're playing double dutch, desperately exchanging a glance that we hope will cause the lions to laugh in their cages.
My hands crave an indigo sea of ice cream kisses and tender embraces. I use my delicate fingertips to trace familiar skin, strands of hair, and lips that are so perfectly shaped. The dandelions on my palms dance in the firelight and sway through the trees. They clutch onto words of comfort from the passenger side of the car, and hold on tightly when the bottled-up truth is finally released from the dungeon of regret. I daydream about the softness of my pink polka-dotted blanket and the warmth of my mama's arms. My five tender waves live for the moments that they can crash into another set of tender waves, swinging in between two beating hearts. My ten loving sun beams wait for the moments they can caress the humble jawline and kiss the shining moon.
My heart radiates in red rubies that blindly select my victims in order of importance. It experiences feelings more deeply than a river of cherry blossoms drowning in a tornado. The red rubies allow for an overwhelming amount of courage and doubt, and it amazes me that such fragile glass can be broken while simultaneously trusting that the strings will be tied at the bottom of the basket. It is outlined by a strong array of brave basketballs, forgiving fireworks, and empathetic envelopes encircled by ribbon. More than anything, the rubies believe in appreciation, commitment, loyalty, and laughter, having faith that if they shine brightly enough, they will be reciprocated.
My brain is sprinkled with specks of silver and an overwhelming amount of charcoal chaos. Overthinking, overanalyzing, overworking, always. Occasionally it has the power to decipher the ravens from the doves, especially when it comes to following the rules, but most times it echoes clouds of smoke that travel in infinite directions. As my ear grazes my pillow, I hear chirping outside my window. The wheels and gears of my brain couldn't find the time to slow down between the hours of 1 and 4. Anxiety, fears, pressure. Transition, change, type one diabetes. Love, pain, promises. A constant cycle of curiosity that competes with the red rubies lying in my chest. The oldest battle of the book; and I am no exception.
My soul is surrounded by an orange aura of pixie dust. I focus all of my energy on producing a kind legacy. It begs me to share my story. The things I've learned, the things I question. It encourages me to find the best in others, to give too many second chances, and to trust the universe for all that it is. My orange aura allows me to believe in miracles even when I do not understand them. It has given me a voice through the written word, which is one of my only outlets of confidence. Most of all, it allows me to live, forgive, and create anything I want the world to see.
My people pour purple pentagons into my vase of hopes and dreams. My treasure chest always knows the right thing to say. My true hero reminds me of who I am. My heart healer listens to my stories. My golden knight snuggles me tight. My crazy turtle keeps me laughing. My boy next door takes me on adventures. My light blue dog lover defends me fiercely. My soul listener supports my every decision. My sunset watcher keeps me humble. My guardian angel watches over me. I am forever grateful for these purple pentagons, for they tolerate the whispers of gold, indigo sea, red rubies, orange aura, specs of silver and charcoal chaos that is within me. I couldn't live this life the way I do without you <3
