COLOR

Royal Blue... king’s blood, sky-fire, river-pulse.
The old noble color. History’s madness bottled and poured across the day.
The sky tears open in electric blue wounds.
The river thrashes like it wants to drag me under.
Water is the king.
Sky the true noble.
I’m just caught between them, buzzing, alive.
And from that chaos we ripped a color, shoved it into a 30oz terry sweatsuit... garment-dyed, heavy, honest, cracked open with soul.
Royal Blue, reborn.
Here it is.