some people are like colors. sometimes they’re warm and compassionate and romantic, so beautifully intense like the deepest shades of red from a raging fire. sometimes they’re calm and reserved, almost cold to the touch, soft and melancholic like the prettiest blues you’ll see in the beautiful morning sky. sometimes they’re enchanting and charming, like the forests an adventurer would travel through on their quest for gold, seeing nothing but lovely green for miles. and sometimes they’re a quiet, looming presence in your life, watching and observing peacefully, filling up your midnight skies with an unseeable void, but that is the best color yet. the darkest midnight allows for the moon to truly shine it’s brightest, and the stars to show off their constellations and clusters. beauty is only really there if it is visible. you, moni, are every single color in my sky. you are every star, every bird and every butterfly, the moon, and the sun. correction: you are all of my stars, you are my moon, and you are my sun.