sweet dreams

The ceramic bled purple within the purple walls of a purple room. I wonder what it looked like when you fell - if all of the colors blended into one or if your vision resembled the bruise that had begun to swell up on your face. 

I could imagine every inch and still regret not being of witness. It could have all been false, but what would serve my memory now? From a prepubescent mind to one more developed, I could never find a comparison. Perhaps it was all just about growing up.