Poem Brown
the colors I see in my dreams
warm browns and oranges, gentle colors
they feel like the nineties, they feel like muffled blues music playing late at night
how can I explain why I like a color scheme?
it reminds me of my dad and his old basses and guitars
and the old run-down carpet stores and quiet music shops I've visited in my dreams
it brings a warm feeling not to mind but to my heart, to my soul
it reminds me of distant memories I can't remember
but they feel like home, like home, like a lost childhood in the clouds of my mind
filled with those warm oranges and browns