Indigo

In the house's garden, lavender can be seen. The exterior of the house is painted a rich purple. No one can see inside the house, as the windows are covered with purple curtains. The door was lavender-coloured and notably hand-painted. The picket fence around the house is a deep violet. This is my house, though I haven't seen the outside of it in a while, so the plants may be dead. I never leave the house; it's too overwhelming.

Inside my house, the walls are painted a light purple and the furniture is dark purple. I have one pet, my dog Violet. Her fur is dyed purple. You may be noticing a bit of a pattern here. Purple is my favourite colour, it can be both gentle and rich in colour, truly soothing for the eyes. Like the best of things, it's a rarity in nature. Just by looking at the colour, I feel relaxed and calm. The thought of any other colour makes me stressed, I begin to hyper-ventilate and panic. It's necessary for my surroundings to be 90% purple. Because of this I buy purple food dye, because I'm not ingesting any other colour. I see my body as a temple, a purple temple.

You may recall me saying that I don't leave my house, all of the repulsive colours out there make me sick. Especially green, what a revolting colour.

Many think I'm insane and need help, that it's unhealthy to live like this. But I'm not hurting anyone, I'm not breaking the law. One must do what makes them happy, and my life's passion is purple. Why are other's so obsessed with my life? I'm not forcing them to live this way. I've had to remove people like that from my life. If they were a colour they'd be grey. Sad, boring, bland and unimaginitive greys. They make me feel disgusted.

I fall onto my bed, onto the soft, purple sheets. No one can take my passion from me. No one can take my violet paradise.