Familiarity

She doesn't like change.. She never liked change..

She doesn't do change.

She doesn't like surprises.. Because, that also relates to change.. Change will bring forth the surprise.. So, never the fan of change in the first place.

She loves familiarity.

She had always found comfort in familiarity.

She finds her peace, her solace in those cold folds of familiarity.

She breathes life into familiarity.

It's her orange, her familiarity.

She thought maybe, for once, she can give a try to a certain change. After all, there's always a first, eh?

She realised the folly.

The change was never her orange..

The change was her brown. She never liked brown.

The change went from back and forth and back again and it was too much and too many of changes for her to keep changing with.

Made her dizzy.

Made her head spin.

Made her lose her footing.

She hates that. She likes to have her feet firmly placed on the ground. The real reason why she still votes for her keds even with sari and not her sky-high heels. firm and sure footing.

That's familiar to her.

Danseuse likes her footing strong.

She breathes life again. In her orange of familiarity. In the reds and the blacks.. In the violets and the teals.. In her orange kaleidoscope. 

No room for change.. Only exception if the change decides to ground itself and stops changing back and forth. Only if the change becomes red.

She likes red.

Comes a close orange.

She lives orange. 

She loves orange. 

No change for her.