I am

I am blue.

On days bitter like lemon rinds

with less to offer than a cloudless sky

over parched land.

I am white.

Like a blank slate

untouched

and incredibly empty.

But sometimes I am orange.

Mixed with racing hearts and uncontrollable laughter.

And I am red.

Like eyes exhausted from seeing

knuckles open and scraped with love.

I am colorful and explosive

intertwined.

I am more than words can paint.

I am twenty shades of nothing and everything.

And I am all that’s in between.

But for now I am black.

Like the ink that hits the paper.

Spilling…fading…gone.