Purple Daydreams

Purple is my favorite color.

If I could wear it everyday for the rest of my life, I would.

I’d wake up in my purple robe, make breakfast for you, and your sleepy eyes.

I’d go and pick the duck eggs in Sulli backyard and tell you of all the adventures when we were young and naive -

Oceans away from where we are now.

How we went to the Vatican and nearly got trampled by the pious pilgrims from around the world. How even when I was scared I was in awe of how many religious people it took to make something holy.

That if I died right here, I’d still be happy, because what will come the next day but my own soul finding relief from a world burdened by its failings?

But today there is no dying. There is no quest for something holier. I’ve found redemption in your lips, awe in your eyes, and a sacredness in your arms.

If this is what it means to be love and give it truly whole to someone else, then this is what I was born for.

Maybe mishandled along the way, but finally home- first having found it for myself then having enough strength to have someone else join me.

And what is more holier that that?