chromatic

colourpencils have always been the
love of my life. when you pick one up with
your left hand, it does not matter how many
flowers or trees you sketch

shading in the monotones punctuating every
sentence, you grasp the colourpencil, tears
and smiles swirling around in coloured carbon
grains of graphite paint a portrait

of yellow sunflowers and orange trees. the grass
is always greener in your hand. that colour that slips
out of your reach teases you just abit
before it runs away to hide behind that piece
of paper.