From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were different to everyone else. Your demeanour, simultaneously awkward and comfortable in nature, caught my attention in the few places I saw you. I had no idea who you were and you never really stuck around to interact with anyone else, so I never talkedContinue reading “Charcoal Grey”
Author Archives: Jaimee
Canary Yellow
You carry around your phone cased in an artwork of sunflowers, showing the world a bit about you. To the world, you are most definitely a beaming canary yellow. A light that shines, revealing so much joy and excitement. You balanced out my cynicism in my younger years and I’d like to think I’ve adoptedContinue reading “Canary Yellow”
Seafoam Green
In a fantastical world of majestic and mythical creatures, I think you would be a mermaid. I don’t know why, but you just seem like the type – perhaps it’s because you can be elegant and a little playful. Elegant in how you present yourself, and playful in your jokes, which can sometimes be aContinue reading “Seafoam Green”
Maple Red
There have been a lot of people I’ve spent time with this summer, and many of them I didn’t expect would become people I love with much affection. You are one of them. Tonight I feel a little distracted and my words aren’t quite flowing right, but I hope you’ll bear with me. To theContinue reading “Maple Red”
Stone Blue
Through the boyish bravado you espouse in larger crowds and your loud and “intimidating” voice, I remember thinking, what is wrong with this person? You stood at the front of the lecture hall with a serious look – a look in which I would almost consider, stone-faced. Truth be told, I actually felt a bitContinue reading “Stone Blue”
Gingerbread Brown
I remember hearing about you in my second year of university, and seeing you every so often. I don’t believe we talked at all but I knew you seemed like a cool person. Like a gingerbread brown, you are a colour that doesn’t really stand out too much – you’re not loud and you aren’tContinue reading “Gingerbread Brown”
Champagne Pink
As I use what little time I have now to reflect and write, I wonder what it would have been like to never have met you. The question of going back and changing the past always presents a can of worms; I guess I wouldn’t know what I’d be missing out on. But, I thinkContinue reading “Champagne Pink”
A Foreign Language
To be sitting in a classroom, where I understood maybe one in every twenty words spoken, where all but one other understands the language – it was an unequivocal feeling. The strange familiarity of mentally losing it as time went on takes me back to the days I travelled across the world, finding myself somewhereContinue reading “A Foreign Language”
Coffee
He wandered around alleyways, Searching for the place Of their rendezvous. Like a dead man walking, He inched into the hidden café And inhaled the caffeinated aroma As if it were a drug, Breathing in the scent And perking up like a puppet.
Autopilot
Yesterday was a strange day. It was full of many things to do, many people to see and many conversations to tend to. And people who know me would probably ask: what makes it different from any other day you live? I remember listening to a conversation about living life as if you were onContinue reading “Autopilot”
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