purple

The color of royalty. This I learned from a book series revolving around a preteen egomaniac, who treated her friend group like her personal empire. Purple sheets, purple walls--she insisted on being royal at all costs.

Purple doesn't suit me. Either it's lilac, soft and sweet, or it's vibrant and pigmented, fitting for a queen. I'm neither of those. However, nor am I the darkest shades, which find themselves on the nails or eyelids of the rebellious and angsty.

Hospital scrubs can be purple. So can bruises. Purple's usually relegated to flowers, and those without gardens have yet to experience it.

Purple is the warmest of cool colors. That doesn't mean much.

Purple exists between sadness and rage. Melancholy? Mild irritation? It's not exactly clear. Purple feels fuzzy, hazy, and pale.

Purple's an enigma.