Every feeling has a color; anger is red, sadness is blue, and happiness is orange. Loneliness is colored in the shades of purple; purple reminds me of bruises; bruises, at first, are intense and painful but as they fade away by time, the deep purple blossoms into mysterious flowers of lavender, orchids, lilac and violets. So attractive yet so sad!
Purple is said to be the color of royalty, nobility, and spirituality. If I have a palette of colors, I can mix the hot red with the cool blue to create the intriguing purple shade. Like wise, loneliness comes from mixing a passionate heart with a cold attitude - the story of my life! The right shade of purple triggers my imagination; hence, unleashing my creative powers, but too much blue in the mixture results in moodiness and sulking.
I researched articles on the culture of purple, and it turns out to be the color of mourning for widows in Thailand and the favorite color of Egypt's Cleopatra. The purple heart is a U.S. Military decoration given to soldiers wounded in battle. I am mourning the days that pass me by in utter solitude and isolation. I am mourning the bruises that are hidden from inquisitve eyes. I am the Cleapatra of the Millenuim. I am a Cleopatra painted in the color of Liz Tailor's eyes. I have been wounded in the battles of the heart and the conquests of passion.
I am all bruised and loneliness colors my busy life. Juggling several careers does not fill the void. Men all around me do not quench the thirst. Loneliness hits hard amongst people; I feel the most single when I am in a relationship; I am in isolation when I am with friends. So out of place ... so misplaced ... so different in a common way. I am the withering lilac ... the memory of a bruise ... it is just another bruise ... it will fade away.