The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Green Like Sadness.

There is no colour sadder than green.

The green of diminishing.
The diminishing of green?

The green of the summer lake,
The green of an envious friend,
The green of a sick complexion.
The green of dying, not yet death.
The green of the butterfly I dream I am.
The green of my Dad's old chair.
The green of a distant friend, never met, never touched, never loved.


And the green of a rainforest before it becomes an office block's worth of shitty furniture.

Green, today, is my colour for sadness. For green is the colour of life.


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