But now I can see that you were always Yellow and I was Stripe.
Struggling to keep up.
Now you’re flying away, so far from where I’ll ever be able to reach.
And it’s so lonely here, back in these pages.
Remembering a time when I thought I could be Yellow too.
“Tired and sad, Stripe
crawled off to the old place
where Yellow and he
She was not there, and he
was too exhausted to go
He curled up and fell asleep.”
~Hope for the Flowers – Trina Paulus