Fading Colors
A reflection
A love letter from my ex is neatly stored in a medium-sized plastic box. This letter contains beautiful and colorful drawings of flowers, the sun, the moon, and cats…hand-written in black.
Over the years, how much of the original colors have faded, I wonder? The colors I see now aren’t the same. And as I travel in time, those colors will slowly fade away.
Perhaps the colors go back to ether and appear on a different love letter for someone writing with the same intensity of passion as my ex, appearing to the reader who welcomes them with the same open heart as I did.
And those colors manifest back into material again.
Fade away, and re-appear. And again.
Perhaps those colors find it hard to stay in one place, in one letter, to one person if they aren’t felt. They, just like us, want to travel the universe.
