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[musicalpatrick-blog]

Golden Brown | Self-Para

Golden brown.

The only color the reigns any type of true emotion for me. My one true love, Amy - my guitar. She is simple. She is beautiful. Her strings sing the songs that are in my mind.

Golden brown.

The color of her body. She has amazing curves. Mom gave her to me, Amy - my guitar. Maybe that's why she is such a love. Is it weird I love a guitar so?

Golden brown.

The color of her strings that vibrate to ring. The glaze of the body. Not a scratch on her. Yeah. To say I love her is an understatement. What would I do without her?

Golden brown.

That color means Amy. It means music. It means life. It means love.

[thatselenagilbert]

Prompt ✖ Red.

This is kind of a past paragraph, I wanted to write about her loss in association with a colour. 

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it. 

The ensemble that still remained neatly tucked away, the rufescent fabric cloaked in anamnesis - the memories seem to cling to fibers which washing couldn't cleanse. This is the outfit she wore when her youth was perky and carefree. The outfit she wore after the accident tarnished her life. The times when the brunette would rehearse with the girls, talk til dusk about trivial high school problems and being beside her bestfriends. However, it also meant the time when she had to hold things together for the sake of everyone else, clinging onto some sense of happiness to get through the day. The girl still remembered the time she had to brave a game when she was feeling at her worst, the sense of sorrow ridden in her frame as she stood at the sidelines of the pitch with cheer in the air. All in red.