Purple Sky - Anonymous

We lay on the ground, staring up at a sky that we’ve sung about in cool tones but never actually seen, a sky full of stars. At first they're just little gaps in the darkness above us, until they start to revolve around the spot where ants are crawling over my fingers and dirt lifts up my back and the stars aren’t just white anymore. Trees melt away from where we’re lying down until we’re flat on solid air. In memory the stars breathe purple and red and blue and yellow, transparently piercing some memory lodged behind my eye. All the colors of light and life are swirling above me, churning the the people around me into a living painting, a starry night drowned in color. They bleed a blue that’s so alive, that looks like what water feels like rushing through your body. The sky is so soft, if I could only just touch it, then my hand be lost in purple

red

blue

yellow

pink.