DEAR COLOURS

thank you for existing.
you’re not a person,
but you feel more human than most.
when my brain flickers out,
you glow steady.
you ask for nothing—
just a brush, a hand,
a feeling.

i get shy.
you wait.
i return.
you never judge.

you are my silence
and my scream,
my hiding place,
my coming out.

i can take you anywhere,
and you become everything.

passion first.
fear later.
i’m painting my way through it.

this is just a love letter
to the idea of you—
to whoever dreamed
you into the world.

thank you.