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What color is your soul?

I used to be thrilled of wanting you at 2 am when everyone else was sleeping or at least when all the stars have gone to sleep and it's dark out. I used to frown at the thought of leaving your side of the bed before the sun came out. See, I was hidden. And somehow it made me happy. I had something no one could take away. Because they always came when they found out. I was sad too. There were days I wanted to kiss you in an open space where air filled the distance between us. Days I wanted to lure you into a corner just opposite the break room or the ladies room. Days I wanted us to go out. Just you and I. Free. Happy. Unashamed. Or afraid of what the world had in mind. I hid myself. Trying to protect something. Someone. From myself. Maybe it will hurt less if no one knew about us. Maybe it will hurt me more if people found out that I was only using you for my midnight cravings.

Some days I'm quiet and on others, my mind can't stop oozing ideas. Lucky are we, for we fluctuate between the two. Like how on Sundays I'd rather stay in and watch the sunrise. Have breakfast in bed. By myself. Watch the sunset. Have a glass of wine or two. Or a beer. Go outside and watch the skyline and the moon make love. These are the days I dream of. Other days I want to slumber myself into stillness for hours and just dream. With no hope of returning. Because it's beautiful on the other side. Because I can make flowers grow. Because I can be still and still feel alive. Still dream. Still hope.