Posted on February 14th, 2009 at 4:39 am by 
I’m lost in an orbit on planet Purple. Drunk with desire yet impotent to reason and reality, I am wholly sustained in my new atmosphere. Lavender is my sun, amethyst my moon. My world is deep and rich, velvet and ermine with Corinthian columns, perfumes of Provence and colours of Moroccan markets.
This is a world in glorious Technicolor, with a three dimensional passion and all encompassing vision. Purple is President, no sepia sentiments here, no muted tones or faded feelings. This purple is bold and brash, Russian and Greek, arrogant and brave – all knowing but with an indigo innocence leaving me an insatiable thirst for more. And how does my body know this new rhythm of life? What has prepared me for this apprentiship to adventure? It is instinctive – without warning or preparation but spontaneous and complete – I’ve learnt a new language, deciphered a code and entered a brave new world.
I want nothing to violate my violet dreams, yet I sense an enemy in my midst. The breeze that once refreshed now leaves me chilled and touch that was once tender is now stings like an angry graze. The damsons are losing their bloom and the heady smell of hyacinths overpowers me, their intoxicating fragrance has become odorous and heavy in my throat and lingers on my clothes. This unwelcome bedfellow has brought with it a cloud of hurt and distrust, of silent suspicion. It is a sensation alien to my world and my atmosphere, breaking the rules and leaving detritus in its wake. The clouds are heavy and the purple rain is acid and burns my world.
Why didn’t I see this happening? How do I return to earth? Will my repatriation be welcomed, or met with laughter and disdain? With whispers and uncomfortable silences, with a black and white perspective where once colour was king? Will the fruit ever be as sweet, and will the lilac hang heavy on the branches or will my dignity be trodden and wasted on the path below? I am berry bruised, and the bruise still has livid tones but I am told the purple will fade and give way to paler hues. When will I see signs of yellow, and will this yellow be the sun?
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