DeliciousDreamer

2 | red I am red. I am crimson. I am coral. I am lust and lava, magenta and maroon.I am ruby-red, rose-red, rasberry-red. I am burgundy. I am scarlet. I am blood. The wind brushes against my hair and face, and I lift my chin to the breeze. The strong, salty smell of ocean and beach reaches my nose. I stand atop a tall hill, looking down on the sea that is stretched out in front of me like a huge blue field. I breathe in deeply and close my eyes. I am conflicted. I am angry and I am mournful. It is too early, or perhaps too late, to tell whether I will always feel like this, like I will never be whole again. I am torn into two. The first h

1 | orange You think the colours are beautiful. You splash them across the canvas with your fingers and smile with such pride. The light from the open window keeps the room airy and light. The breeze ruffles the hem of your pale turquoise dress and you dab at the canvas a bit more. "Look!" you exclaim, delighted with yourself. The canvas is filled with a fantastic swirl of different oranges – peach and pumpkin, amber and apricot, rust and tangerine and vermillion. You beam at the painting and point with excitement. You point at the colours and the curve of coral at the bottom of the page. "It's the ocean," you say and, of course, only