What is your favorite colour? Pt. 1

How paradoxical is perception,

As this is the truth.

That warmth and desire is associated with red,

And cold and serenity is associated with blue.

There is little deception,

As this is the truth.

That the principle of a flame,

Disputes the exact same claim.

There is no discipline that explains why I love this colour,

So before I argue why I do,

To answer your question,

My favorite colour is blue.

She Wolf

The sky is blue,

The grass is green.

Your eyes can’t always show you,

That nothing is ever as it seems.

When I’m happy,

I wear a bright smile.

Even when I’m sad,

It lasts for a while.

Until the moment comes,

When I wake up from my dreams.

And the nightmare catches up,

As nothing was ever what it seems.

Those nights during my darkest hours,

I can hear the Canis Lupus howl.

She hones her vocal powers,

Slowly turning my smile into a growl.

She flares up what you couldn’t see,

Like a full moon shining down on me.

The part of me I tried to hide,

Is now visible to everyone’s eyes.

Though I denied her cries,

And believed my own lies.

The truth is that she will always be,

The wolf who lives inside of me.