Sometimes words fail me. I don’t mean that melodramatically, it’s just that my mind feels overwhelmed with the weight and meaning of words. And then the colours flow. And then the words come back, and it’s all OK again.
“Suppose I were to begin by saying I had fallen in love with a color. Suppose I were to speak this as though it were a confession; suppose I shredded my napkin as we spoke.It began slowly. An appreciation, an affinity. Then, one day, it became more serious.“
(who is way better at words than me )