Auburn Sunsets Observed Through Car Windows

I want to know the colors that you feel, that you've felt.

I want us to take a whole gold-and-green tin of Crayola crayons and dump them out on this seventies shag carpet and I want us to scribble out the whole of our lives. Our lives in colors, in emotions. I want us to cover a canvas in colored crayon wax and we'll pay someone to hang it in a cafe, where we will sit with contented smiles and listen to what people think about these lives that lack logic, that contain only feelings. We will listen to them laugh and cry as they follow lines of goldenrod and indigo and periwinkle - for that is why we used Crayola, for all those names attached to all those shades, an infinite variety far better suited to our souls then words like 'remorseful' or 'nostalgic'. We will listen to them wonder how many lives are in that canvas. I wonder how many lives are in that canvas. For we are made up of hundreds, of thousands of lives that twist and twine and intersect for just moments. And we are each our own life, our own microcosm of existence. And we are two lives, for there is one third soul, a horizon love child that only exists where the lines of your sea-green and my twilight-sky-blue run together.

Reviews

[Jessie.]

wow, i was intrigued just by the title and now i'm glad that i read that.

could you imagine if you went through the whole 64 crayon boy and renamed them all? giving them titles that the color reminded you of...
i need a label maker.