I know what I like.

I’ll show you my favorite colour: well past sunset, when the sky is a darker blue and the streetlights cast orange on the glow of the road. It looks purple instead. I also like the colour of nostalgia. It’s orange and aqua blue.

You’d know I like the colour of motion. I can show you that too. I’ll make it my full-time. I’ll climb mountains, like I’ve always wanted to. I won’t climb them for you.

I wish I could. Maybe I can.

I know what I like, but I don’t know what I want to do. Maybe you can help. I can try to describe it.

There’s depth. It’s orange and it’s purple.
blue, white, layered, textured
Don’t give me a colour picker
I can’t fit the depth in 6 figures
Not even if the hashtag showed passion

There’s not enough time to show you. You won’t understand soon enough.
You can’t know me, not without feeling all the oranges and purples and road textures
Not without learning about the soil and the seas and the cars
And the roads

I’ve been down winding roads, wasted time going in circles, doing things I don’t like.

I don’t know enough. I can’t name you my favorite racer cars or planes or bikes. I can’t name a single submarine. Not for one thing, I’m not Wikipedia.

I do know there’s some things that give me a high. That’s the biggest hint I get.

I heard that you choose, not me. I’m still waiting.

You already know who you are.

Find me, I’ll find you.

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