Blue and pink. Insides, and to sink. Colours that run so deep yet can illuminate from sleep. Shades of blue are apathetic and shades of pink are bright. Shades of everything in between can really be quite light. Sometimes they’re vibrant and sometimes they’re dull, sometimes colours resemble a skull. Bleak and dissolved, pale and resolved. Anything you want you can have. Whatever Bobby wants, Bobby gets. Whenever Bobby doesn’t get, he frets. He’s surrounded by colour, wherever he goes. It’s all he sees, it’s all he knows. The magnificent spectrum, that makes bobby’s world, is majestic and profound, and grotesque is unheard. Bobby is in awe, of the world in which he lives, the radiance, the beauty, he is still yet to give. Bobby will never quite grasp the answers that he needs, but until then he can observe, and try not to envy. Blue and pink really makes you think.

By Rhys Franks