colours colour us
if i could change my skin to another colour, i think it would be purple. a very deep, blue-y purple. i’d probably have to change my eye colour too, so that it would coordinate well, so i think i would just get a brighter shade of blue. so i’d be blue and indigo and purple all over. my hair too i suppose, because brown hair would look odd on a purple body, so i think my hair would be white. purple, white and blue. i’d still have the same nose, the same feet, the same fingernails. all the shapes would be the same. i just would love to be different colours.
we have this capacity to paint our world with so many different colours, yet the palate of the human body comes in such limited shades. browns, yellows, oranges, varying hues of each. if only we could make our bodies match the colours we want to fill the world with. imagine a world that is so bursting with colour that we go mad just looking at it. maybe things would be so colourful that we would simply become numb to it; we would notice the vibrant hues no more than we would notice the hair on our toes, it would just be all a part of the scenery.
for that matter, how much do we really notice things on a daily basis? do we only notice what stands out to us, what pops out as a surprise from the seemingly mundane? how many things do we miss just by not looking, by assuming that things are always the same? how many inconsistencies do we fail to notice? as someone who is continuously lost in the clouds of my own mind, i feel like i miss a lot, like there are things changing all around me that i am just not seeing being my vision is turned so far inwards. sometimes i think i create an unchanging world in order to focus on the constantly changing one inside my head, just so that i am not overwhelmed, and the outside world only captures my attention when something changes drastically. it always catches me off guard, i am never expecting it because i am never observant enough to notice the signs.