Colors are binary. The common blue for boys, Pink for girls— A deviation is unordinary But what of hues do they never name? Ones that burn brighter

Sun rays burned on my skin as I walked through an overused path. Bushes well-trimmed, trees that great day as the weather did not betray. I

Staring at the newly lodged door in my room, my curiosity grows each passing second. I can't recall this being here at all; it stands out fr

Behind the wooden door, someone paces the room. A person showing signs of discomfort, A soul deep in thought, Unfamiliar with the storm quie