Favorite Colors..:
Brad: Red and Black
Naomi: Rust
Brennan: Blue
Me: Blue and Red

What do colors say about a person? I believe red or shades of red are a sign of high spirits, flash-flood tempers, or innate common sense... Wisdom, some might say. Blue and shades of such are a coolness, and a certain kind of temper that though it takes quite a while to ignite, is disastrous in its shockwaves. They have their own type of intelligence, more far-seated and analytical that the reds; the wisdom goes in opposite directions, though both are as deep, as sensitive to opinion.

I'd like to keep asking people I know, this particular question, so that I may add in more to these obsrvations...

Now, onto more personal matters. Naomi, please accept my humblest gratitude in reading and putting up with my ramblings tonight. You are a red, and with the wisdom of common sense, were able to put into words the emotions that I could not possibly understand or put words to.

As a warning to all who know me: The river runs deep, with currents that swirl more violent in the depths, than at the surface. There are things ever hidden that will never emerge, while there are others that could be siphoned out if one had the courage to wade in and wallow for a moment.

:: The girl watches the white screen, her dark blue eyes, so shallow and yet so hidden, fall absent as the balck lashes fall ever slower, sleep wearing away at her already ragged web of wakefulness. Those depths of midnight, hidden behind walls of steel humor and granite temper, swirl quickly, stirred up by something from the Great Beyond, something that caught her unawares... She knew it was something to be afraid of, and yet she wasn't. Yet. As all the others had fallen, so would he, a pawn within her ancient game of pull and push. And he, as she knew, would be as the others... Fallen. And so she waits, dreading the day, hating the day, knowing it would come, wishing it would come, hating herself for it, but knowing it must happen. And she waits... And she waits... ::