There was giddy laughter as the atmosphere shifted slightly, and the thought of Newton's law and how if I threw up this apple, high enough, it may just stay up in orbit, but who really knows, an apple has a lot of mass anyways. It is a Violet afternoon when I go running, hypo manic. The red flames in the fire of my heart were just about to burn their last source of energy, and when I look up, and out at the horizon, the blue sky was dripping and bleeding with beautiful colors along the prism's spectrum. Violet, it's where the two meet, manic and depression, as if just painting, and mixing red and blue, you will then find yourself there, hypo manic. More violet-red though. The redder the violet the more euphoria, but euphoria is not good persue, it's a teaser, and will hand you the dice at the Roulette table, and mention to throw down more than you can afford, then lose.
The crispness of a new blue sky, but the blue is drawn out from the red, juicy, large strawberries covering a vast field and patches to pick from. These are the afternoons I'm soon found in a library or bookstore with words spinning around in my mind, the answer? They lie, and they tell you they're the answer to the riddle, but think twice. Letters, notes, numbers, words, symbols dance around me and in my head, a ballet with tap shoes on. Violet remains grounded yet high, but redder than violet and you'll be swiming the backstroke, the frontstroke, and the butterfly, unsure whether in reality or in one's mind, fantasizing or not?Violet is a happy medium with a bit more energy than purple. Mauve is fabulous!
