My grandmother has a room in her house dedicated to purple. Lavender walls, royal sheets: I'd only need you there for it to be complete. For eyes are the windows into the soul, windows I have spent many a childhood gazing out onto the cold dead suburban landscape. How I wish I could take you into my arms and let you teach this worn-out teacher there is still warmth worth searching for. CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander