But A Dark Blue Like A Clear Lake In Moonlight

My favorite color used to be dark grey

not because it was my favorite color

I be the first to make sure you knew that it's not a color but a shade

but because it was a lack of a decision

it was neutral

and because it was uncommon

unusual

and

did you catch how intelligent I seem

when I point out that bit about shades

as if I could lecture on chromatic themes

and color psychology and

while I was just hiding my light grey personality

and graduated to more answers that said a lot

but nothing about me

"Color is for the bourgeoisie."

"That color you see as you are drifting off to sleep as you stop noticing the dark of your closed eyelids"

"The color of the night sky, in-between the stars."

"The color of your smile."

"The color of your breasts in the moonlight."

"Color is an illusion manufactured by the brain and how do we even know that we are perceiving colors the same so any answer is meaningless."

"The color of my grave."

and so on and everything I say is meaningless

and everything I believe is meaningless

because color is an illusion

a trick

a lie

subjective

like life and

to have a favorite one is like saying having a choice matters

then I realize having a choice does matter

and having a favorite color is ok

and it can change and it doesn't have to define you as a person

and whoever is asking me about my favorite color

is just trying to get to know me

and I don't have to be clever about it

and by insisting on being unique

for unique's sake I am

in my own way

insisting remaining alone

so now my answer is

"Blue"