You may have already received this invitation. It came when you chose to walk home alone under a bruised sky instead of turning on the radio. It came when you sat with a grieving friend and said nothing, knowing your presence was the only language. It came when you woke from a dream you cannot explain, carrying a feeling heavier than joy, lighter than sorrow.
To accept it is to agree to three things:
Go gently into the vat. Stay as long as you need. When you rise, you will not be the same. The color will have entered the weave of you.
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You may have already received this invitation. It came when you chose to walk home alone under a bruised sky instead of turning on the radio. It came when you sat with a grieving friend and said nothing, knowing your presence was the only language. It came when you woke from a dream you cannot explain, carrying a feeling heavier than joy, lighter than sorrow.
To accept it is to agree to three things: indigo invitatii
Go gently into the vat. Stay as long as you need. When you rise, you will not be the same. The color will have entered the weave of you. You may have already received this invitation