Coexist

I remember when I had left some crayons in my grandmother's car on a hot summer day. I had come back to blots of colors meshed within each other like different colored hands interlocked. They wouldn't bleed too much into each other, but they were still forever locked together. I wish the world was like that. Hell, I wish the little town I lived in was like that. The college I go to tries to be. The colors are all meshed together, trying to coexist, but sometimes the white oversteps its boundaries, and the other colors have to fight it back together. Sometimes, it seems like all of the other colors will overtake one smaller one that had been worked to a nub long before I left it in the car. Sometimes it fights, other times the color just disappears until it is spread through some of the other colors but is still not on its own anymore. Just like life, I guess. Anyway, I got spanked for getting crayon everywhere.