Prelude:
I did not mean to look so serious.
It’s just that light keeps asking questions
and shadow keeps answering in riddles.
I am mostly color pretending to contemplate.

Meditation in Red and Violet

The world presses close in wax and whisper.
Purple wraps around me like a sigh.
Orange is my memory of joy—
flickering, stubborn, sincere.
Ich bin Schwein und Gedanke,
verloren im Kopfkissen der Kreide.

Dialogue with the Darkness

Red: I am passion, sharpened.
Purple: I am the aftertaste of fire.
Pig: I am what remains between you—
neither flame nor smoke,
just warmth learning to survive.

DADA Interlude: On Being Looked At

I didn’t choose this expression;
the paper caught me thinking mid-oink.
Existence is a draft with good lighting.
Every stroke is both a confession
and an escape plan.

Closing Whisper

Don’t be fooled by the glow—
it’s only the heart rehearsing visibility.
DADA would name it serious absurdity.
I call it being alive,
with crayons still warm from the hand that drew me.