green black blue

green

boxes of writing all stored up, a stuffed rabbit, pink with button eyes, a white thread wound around a finger, the water falls to the ground with a splash, a melody coming through the doorway, flitting in, in bits and pieces, white swans on a lake, their necks stretching, yellow eyes gleaming, a forest that is now no more, gone, gone, gone.

black

boxes of writing all stored up, a block of marble, gleaming in the darkness, a long hallway, empty and peacful, soft cuddly pillows hidden in a knook, morning sunlight hitting a picture frame in shafts, a book lying open on the last page, open inkwells, flicker of a candle, a forest that no is now no more, gone, gone, gone.

blue

boxes of writing all stored up, a flower washed clean by the morning rain, the call of a sparrow just outside a window, sheets of white paper, bicycle chains warm from the ride up the hill, a chocolate chip cookie, a breeze blowing through the wind chimes, laughter after running, a forest that is now here, free, free, free.

-inspired by "blue and green" by virginia woolf

the colours sort of each represent something. green is memory, my past, thoughts of it. black is home, and identity, who i am. blue is joy, and life. yeah.
i'm not sure what the forest represents. it sort of just came naturally to me to put it there... also not sure why it's only here in blue but gone in the others. haha.
the boxes of writing are representative of my thoughts, and writings. that's why they're always there, and act as an intro. they fit in all three anyway. yep. they're my past, my home, my joy and me.

yep. was thinking of blue and green, vignettes and stuff. ahh.... i miss the past.
would someone else ever hear the whisper of my heart
hmm.... yeah.
or see the true me
mm... quite interesting days these are.
i treasure you, all my friends. thank you
over and out
love you