Purple Sunday Colorchallenge

And as I look and stare, the desert sky weighs on me like a barren pound. Not that the sky in me is empty, not that the rivers in me are dead, not that the cities in me are unresponsive and like the desert vortices the streets rotate me through them. But because I did not foresee the Dusk ... But because I was throwing stones at all the spring spots ... And I was scattering the damage And I was retailing at the retail store without saving myself ...