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A Prismic Reflection

Sometimes the past stretches out to reach our present as a wave. It smoothly sails through time to hold out our current moments, portraying how much found of it we are still. So, no matter what, as a magnet, it puls us back then. Reminders of it chokingly extend to touch our ongoing days from whatever distance length they are, like electromagnetic waves with various wavelengths. Though measured with nanometres, their impact is one of a kind. As it encounters us, each wave reflects a flow of running flashbacks on our eyes. Depending on that flow, it paints a colour around the space we fill. Every colour stands side by side to form a spectrum from 700 nm at the red end to 400 nm at the violet end. Just as every colour gloriously stands beside the other from the loveliness of red till the sweet smell of violet to form the spectrum of my feelings when I remember you!

There is red, for when I recall the genuine care we had for each other. Orange is for your sweet-sour personality and the beautiful imperfections scattered on its peel. Yellow is for the golden threads with which you knit the pieces of my gloomy shredded mind. Green is for our growing hope and childish enthusiasm for living. Blue is for where we met; the peaceful ocean of serenity no worries could trouble. Indigo is for the good-hearted wishes we threw to the sea in the deep midnight blue. The fragrant garden of blumes you planted among my soul is for violet. These seven colours of the rainbow unite to form the polychromatic white light. The same way, they are all gathered in my memory to represent the bright "you". But, after further inspection, in isolation, each colour gives me a different impression. Red became the wrongs you did on my behalf, Violet; the bruises you caused on my soul, Orange; the sunset of my happiness, Blue; the, now, disturbingly angry waves that crushed on my composure, Green, the filthy swamp I was left in, Indigo; the endless sad nights. you are no longer bright, but as a monochromatic light from a laser, you only hurt my swollen eyes.

Photo by Christin Hume on Unsplash/Photo by Jack Nelson on Unsplash

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