“Orange is a color of liberation, from the pains of hurtful love and inner insecurities. To channel orange is to truly be free, to be you.” - Frank Ocean When I was 17, something not so nice happened to me, making me doubt myself forever I think. Just today, almost exactly 30 years later, a sort of “justice” came about without me asking for it, I honestly had given up on this ever happening, I’d forgotten it, I never acted upon wanting any sort of retribution. The experience I had had was just there, under my skin, holding a part of my heart hostage, since it seemed like, forever. And then out of nowhere a message from a colleague of that time - a friend who also remembered the hurt, the shame, the secrecy. It is strange how long the universe takes to right “a wrong”. I see so many wrongs in our societies, and wonder, when will the universe fix this, or that? And... are we the universe? And what is agency? Is there such a thing as true justice? What means surviving? Such a difficult day to digest : too much past, present and future intermingling. Let’s just say I’m wondering what the universe is - bloody hell - trying to tell me, to tell us this time... about itself, about eachother, about humanity, about “us”... Only bright colours can guide me out of these sticky shadows. Only seeing trauma as experience, seeing through a lens of colours to counter the seduction of despair. I wish I could cover the whole world in orange. 🧡🍊💥 ... a soul filled with meaningful forgiveness, a mind trying to empty itself and a body that I’d finally have personal agency over. I’m oversharing and over-caring. A moment of awkward loneliness. To tell without telling. A box of pandora I will now close again. The universe is us, and it’s colour today should be orange. To freedom of the heart. pic by @evadonckers for @destandaard x