Epiphany: The Pretext of Colors in Love

For a brief moment, there were colors expanding in the manner of a redshift — stretching away from its point of origin and taking up space unto the unknown.

But it wasn’t dark matter that caused this occurrence. As mentioned, it wasn’t something exotic but typical and yet, complex, and concrete — they were colors.

The view of a collapsing nebula forming crimson stars is something spectacular to witness whilst with her sitting under a sycamore tree; and so by holding her hand while observing the peach sunset palette kissing the horizon of the sea; and the latter indigo that tinged the sky that signifies a forehead kiss for a goodnight sleep; from dusk ’til dawn, I ought to love the woman of pure quality. And I see colors — complex, and concrete.

For she caused the colors to expand — she filled this stark life of mine with the hue of an extraordinary blend.

And blue never seemed to be that sad anymore.