My friend can’t pronounce the word “sombre,” they say it like it’s meant to be a hat originating from South American countries. I also think the word “sombre” is filled with a sunshine that beams through a window, mottled by the leaves outside, capturing the tiny dusty dance mites that float around the room. Like the spot a cat chooses to bask in for a hot minute, completely free of any limitations or rules or time.
The faces look serious, mouths and eyes down turned. Hands clasped in front of the crotch, head bowed in respect. But the forests are glittering, smooth shiny rocks glinting with the water from a nearby lake that a baby deer is drinking from, unaware of the predators prowling amongst tall and menacing trees. The baby deers mother is sombre, knowing she can only do so much to protect her babe. The willow trees radiate sombre beauty, having seen the viciousness of nature enacted all around, providing a space of stillness within the cavern of green leaves swaying wherever the wind takes them.
The world is worth living with no fear but the feared imaginings we pick up along the way; the irony to live so mercilessly to the cause of the day - oh Sombre, would you be so kind as to let go of your core for this one young, naive girl? She thinks you are pretty. She thinks you are elegant. She thinks you are the million shades of dark satin blue fading into midnight two hours after the sun goes down. She thinks so highly of you, all because she doesn’t know you.
Oh Sombre, please let her never find out who you really are - to protect one hopeful mind from your misery is all I ask. And if you wanted to protect another, I would consider it charity - as to ask you to hide yourself away is a damning thing to do for the purpose of a person who fails to accept you in your truthful being. Again, the mind of a human is not for me to wonder. I’m also but a word too, a word they use, a word constructed by them for the things they feel. Experience. Become. And for this, I suppose, we are at the service and mercy of the humans, when they wish to ignore, or change who we are for themselves too.