What is your favourite colour and why?

I’m the clover you carelessly pluck from the ground, discarding me as soon as I don’t give you what you want.

I’m the color of your past, not your present and maybe not your future. But I’m the color that waits. You might not need me now, but I’ll be here when you do, welcoming you into my warm embrace as the wind howls outside.

I’m the color sitting in the office listening to you tell me why you hate me, being slapped with the name B2AC88, nothing more and nothing less.

What topics are okay with you in comics and what topics should be totally off the table?

I’m the color that stands by your side, even when you veer from mine. I’m the color that’s muted, but not dull. The color that listens without worry, and the color that just wants the best.

I’m the eyeshadow you take out once a year for Halloween, forgetting about soon after because I’m not cool. I’m merely there, waiting anxiously to be seen, but never being heard.

I’m the jealousy bubbling within you as you scroll through social media. I’m the envy causing you to pick apart every little detail of someone else’s life, gasping for air as you tirelessly tear yourself down in competition to others.

How can we understand the mind of a Trump supporter?

I’m not quite blue or yellow, but I’m told I wouldn’t exist without them. I’m the color of life, but yet the color of envy and disgust overwhelm me each day anew.

I’m the walls you paint over, flushing me out because I no longer serve you a purpose; shutting me out because I’m no longer “cool”.

What am I?

Why do you think most harem anime and manga have lame male protagonists that would be considered losers and pathetic by most people?

I’m the color of the grass slipping through your fingers, but also of the stone gently wrapped around your wrist. I’m the color of calm and growth, but sometimes you look at me as if I’m a monster chasing you.

I’m childish. You’ve grown apart from me, and I’m left in your path of excellence, wishing for just one more chance to say thank you.

They say I’m everywhere, but I feel myself slipping into the abyss of nothingness right now. They say I’m only frozen, that I’ll be back and better in a few months - but we do this every year and I’m tired.

How can the democrats say Mr. Trump is bad when he is already fixing this country again and he's not even president yet?

I’m the color rain clings to on a dreary October morning; the color that greets you as you open the curtains to let the light shine through.

I’m the color of the soft grass inviting you to picnic, the color of the ferns you put behind your ear as you giggle and twirl with your friends.