PitchBlue

“I like the yellow roses. And oh, the pink daisies.” Her friends tell her. She wonders what the difference might be. For her, it’s mostly about the patterns. She went shopping with her cousins last weekend. Trying on dresses, they were looking at the mirror pausing to ask each other, “Is this color looking good…

Truth hurts. So we lie. To others, and to ourselves. We try to unsee what’s right in front of us. We plug earphones on to suppress our inner voice with music. We deny what we feel. We say, “It’s just a scratch”, pointing to the deadly scars on our bodies. We assume that the heartaches…

There’s a pebble stuck on my glass window. It was there when I woke up this morning. “Must be a kid’s work!” I suppose, thinking of the times I myself did such silly things. The glass no more is smooth. It has patterns in it, rippling out from the spot where the mighty pebble hit…