the green was too much, that's what it was. like staring straight into a feeling, some kind of… undiscovered happiness that blooms in my chest and makes my throat close up because happiness like that is dangerous isn't it? and priya would laugh, say i’m being dramatic, but she gets it too. maybe i'll paint it later, that furious green, but i'll have to do it blindfolded maybe. i hate that i can't shake her away when that sadness blooms because my heart remembers her when i'm almost happy.