I dreamt of purple last night.
It was the color of the last rays of light as the darkness claims the winter sky.
It was deep and vital, blood fresh from a vein.
It meant everything, passion, trust, need and security.
In the black of night, it was the answer to all my questions.
But now in the white of day, I am left with but one more question.
Are you fucking nuts? It’s just a color!