What does it mean when

your favorite color isn’t even

A color at all?

But merely -

A lack of everything or

The absence of nothing,

All at once,

Mixed together in a cloud of mystery and uncertainty.

 

My favorite color is the color of

darkness;

The color of your dilated pupils that swim through your ocean blue eyes,

The color of the inside of your mouth as it collides with mine -

The color of the space between our bodies as we lay in my room;

The color of sleeping next to you.

 

My favorite color is the color of

Space;

The infinite vacuum in which my entire existence is based -

The color of the lightyears which separate the stars

And of of selfish, destructive meteors;

The color of creation, destruction, and starting anew.

 

My favorite color is the color of 

Silence;

So quiet that you're overwhelmed with noise -

The color of the moments between thunder and lightning,

Where everything seems to stop -

The color of the space between every heartbeat or breath within my body.

 

My favorite color is a contradiction,

A romanticized paradox.

My favorite color is nothing and everything

All at once.