Amaranth

- Amaranth

I remember in elementary school, everyone always wanted to know what everyone’s favorite color was. Almost everyone in my classes liked either blue or green. Now I know that blue and green are the colors we see in the world the most. Blue is the color of the sky and the sea and green is the color of the land and nature. These colors are naturally good to us, as humans, because the sea, the sky, and the land support human life. If anyone picked a different color, it was purple, for K-State (all the KU legacies picked blue). I was always weird because my favorite color was red. I remember liking red because it was the color of a persons lips and from the mouth is where you could tell who a person really was. From their words, you could see what a person was on the inside and it was kind of like seeing their blood, which was also red (I was a strange 8 year old). Now, when we pick favorite colors, we tend to go for either our school colors, or the color that we feel we look best dressed in. Now my favorite colors are burgundy and teal because I look good in those colors of clothing. My point is, when did we stop asking people what their favorite colors are? And when did we become so shallow about it?

I’ve been thinking about windows and how I always seem to feel trapped behind one. I can wave all I want, but who ever looks through windows from the outside? I know I don’t. What if I see something private? What if I see something unforgivable? What if I see someone desperate to be seen? That’s why I wonder if anyone will ever see me.