23 September 2012
"The night is never black, no, it is blue" she had told me. "If feelings could be felt in colour, then at night, right now my feelings would be blue"...she looked up at me, face startlingly attractive, eyes penetrating my very will, poised to extract every ounce of love from my heart. She walked ahead of me and I considered what she had said, what If everything was so simple, what If a simple colour could answer our most profound questions? I looked around, taking in my surroundings, the shimmering of the stars, the dark blue of the sky wrapping the earth in its smokey shroud, passing on the silent tranquility of nothingness. The girl was unlike any other, racked so obviously by her own thoughts and lost deep in contemplations minute by minute of which most would never even once consider. Her name i knew as Maki, she smiled like a Girl but kissed, and talked like the most enduring of adults, but then I had only known her a handful days and what was hidden behind this complex labyrinth of a woman I was yet to discover. We met in the coffee shop where she worked, I typed away at another god awful article that would gain little money and even less recognition and she asked what I was writing about, and she was not the slightest bit phased when I told her the truth... Instead it was excitement that crossed her face. That night we talked for hours, we walked and we said goodnight... We made love in our eyes, in her smile and the laugh that sealed the first kiss. She asked me a question, but lost in thought I simply shrugged and she once more trailed ahead, thinking no doubt of the fragility of all she saw before her. "I know coffee isn't much of a career to pursue but I like it, no pressure, no dread of getting it all wrong, nothing to fuck up means no fuck ups." Not so fragile I thought as She squinted at me, I want to know what you think she said, her face turning from a sort of matter of fact to a bitter truthful expression.....
"green" I replied.
Blue Maki • Opuss № I