Colours are the language of the soul. It’s hues and cries. And the eye the window to the soul. The leaf emits green and the sky emits blue. What colours do your eyes emit if not the true colour of your soul. Turquoise sparkles next to a shy purple. Let her befriend a manganese blue and she’s confused by this uncool presence. Violets somber in spirit, quietly watch the deep throated prussian blues. They know that time heals, that blues will always fade. Magenta masquerades proudly against the fading blue grays.

None of them are real. None can know what they are without the other. Such is the colour of the soul. Such is the bond.