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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.
Published by Jasmine Uitto
7 years ago 
