A poet friend of mine posts on twitter, asking - what color is melancholy?
Got me thinking.
Its easy to say its black, but melancholy is not that dark. It has curves where one can sonder. Its a kind of missing, that is fueled by the heart.
Definitely not colorful. A purple (as an example) is the not something I think of as melancholy.
White. Maybe. But then, melancholy is never that in your face. Its a creeping feeling that is there, but most of the times, we might not admit to it ourselves.
Brown. Coffee is where I goto when I am either missing or reminiscing. But then, thats personal.
So, back to the start. Color of melancholy?
Its a missing that syncs with the heartbeat. Its a collage of many shades that lament the possibilities of what could have been. For me, that empty nest, for which I grieve, can have only one color.
You.
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