White is the colour I wear when I’m in sorrow. My soul marks the the space in between the emptiness I’ve always felt as it’s own, to keep and to hold.There’s been nothing but despair and loneliness on this side of the pond, don’t try swim here, you’ll certainly drown. The reminder of the white socks lost somewhere with the joy you once prayed for.

Blue is the shade of the moments I choose to hold close to my heart, happiness often forgetten and lost. The skies seem closer, looking up and seeing the stars explode and fall gracefully.Rooted in shadows, oceans crossed with my lungs wide open and my heart pumping whiskey and gin through this vessel.

Red is the colour of my eyes in the wake of my disaster whilst my body was poised to break into life every day around 6. Ever so consistent with my devilment, I’m almost never in control of myself. Streams of the blood we took tidy up the floor, parts are hanging by the inches and we’re casually reminded how there’s little to salvage within us.

Black is the colour that rules these streets and passages called my mind. There’s no heaven, no hell; only nothingness filled with the scent of all the mistakes I didn’t bother making.This is the heart I give you, worn and on its last legs, a token to show you exactly what we survived and how we did it. Take good care of it, since I failed at that.