Purple rain
There was a cool shower outside, the kind that makes you crawl into your blankets and dream the afternoon away. In an effort to remain (semi-) productive, you power up your laptop and start reading your old stories.
Almost immediately you wince, and your fingers twitch, longing to delete the lurid manifestations of your younger self's fantasies.
The prose is so purple, you expect eggplants to start shooting out of the screen.
Yellow fever
Shivery hot, hot, hot.
Against your better judgment (lies–you have no better judgment), you watched “Ninja Assassin,” a film about a Japanese nin out for vengeance, played by a Korean popstar.
It was as you expected–stilted dialogues, wooden chemistry, and decent fight scenes. Still, you enjoyed it, if only for the Korean's pretty, pretty face and dynamite abs.
Damn, son.
Green Mile
As you drive home from school, you sing along with the radio. You giggle, snort, and yell out profanities. You snicker aloud at unknown Freudian slips, but when you tell the joke next day, you receive blank faces.
It's not easy being green.
White Horses
It's almost Valentine's Day, and you brace yourself for the Mushy. All around you, your she-friends giggle over their boyfriends, guys A-B-C, random encounters with the other kind, and the “sexy-eyes” technique, while man-pals talk of reservations, pretty girls on a Saturday night, sans the sexy-eyes technique.
You fail at love life.
Still, you console yourself.
Of them all, you're the only one who can still touch a unicorn.
Red Head
Election season is upon you.
Two years ago, you viewed the circus with a mixture of dread and exhilaration. With friends Left and Right (and those politically directionless), there were always clashes of colors and principles, with you splattered with the remnant pigments. On your part, you were steadfastly orange, slightly tinged with more vermillion.
Now, you look around and see blue. Blue alumni, blue parties, BlueSkies. And you are content.
But sometimes, secretly, your heart beats red.
