“Colors” by Hannah Weate
Red is the color of fire. It sparks in your eyes, and you can feel the flames surround them. You are engulfed in the burning of it, and you are furious. It is getting yelled at for something you did not do. Red burns the insides and awakens the monsters that live in the dark parts of your mind. It makes you face the demons that you hid away long ago. It brings forward all the violent thoughts you carry. Red is the color of the vengeful devil.
Orange is the color of the sun when it wakes up. It shines through your eyelids and warms up your body from the cold night. It is the sensation of returning home from an immersive trip. Orange makes everything okay. It whispers, “Don’t worry darling, it’s going to be alright.” It is like a young girl seeking protection in her mother’s heartbeat. Orange is comfortable like an already slept in bed. It is the color of peace.
Yellow is the color of sunflowers. It is halcyon that only naive little girls love. Yellow has a fragrance so strong it floats in through your mouth and settles down in the pit of your stomach. It is the forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet. It is the antiques in your grandmother’s house and the longing to have lived in the old days. Yellow is the strange wistfulness of used book shops. It is the color of an old friend you never met. Yellow is an old soul.
Green is the color of life. It is when you watch the children jumping across the hot lava and running into each other laughing. Green grows in their minds and raises the imagination the young ones contain. As you get older, the green transfers from fairy tales, monsters, and Santa to little sheets of green that control your entire life. It becomes materialistic and lessens your creativity. Green is the color of possession.
Blue is the color of sadness. It is when you spot a raggedy dog, with every rib clearly defined, walking around looking for love on a cold, rainy night. Blue engulfs your heart and holds it a little too tightly. It is the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. Blue accumulates in your heart and, when ready, it falls out of your eyes like a beautiful waterfall. Blue is the color of tears.
Pink is the color of caring. It soaks into your skin and tickles your heart ‘til your cheeks are painted pink. It’s a special kind of gift given to you by a loved one. Pink is the silly girl who is hopelessly in love with a handsome boy who loves her back. Pink is the little girl running around in a tutu, throwing her magic dust everywhere. Pink is the color of love.
Brown is lazy. It pulls you back down when you try to get out of bed. Brown is the color of your sleepy dog that you cuddle up next to. Just to get an extra five… maybe ten… possibly twenty… minutes of sleep. Brown is the day you don’t accomplish a thing. Brown is the color that needs to rest.
Purple is the color of truth. Even if you don’t want it, it will smack you in the face and it leaves a mark that will never go away. It is the awareness of how small your perspective is compared to the rest of the world. Purple is not good nor is it bad. Purple is the day you realize you can’t be anything you want to be. Purple can crush dreams just as easy as it can create them.
Silver is the color of the moon. It shines in the crevices of your eyes and lights up the adventurous side of you. Silver is hopes and dreams. It opens up your mind to all the possibilities you hold. Silver is the future, and it needs to be polished every day. It is seen in the movies that take place three hundred years from now. Silver is the improved world.
Grey is the color of clouds. It is slow moving and swallows the plane as well as your deepest thoughts that pass through. Grey comes only when you don’t want it to. It makes your sweet memories hazy, but it will never take away the things you want to forget. Grey is the color of entrapment. It is hard to escape grey when you have been stuck in it for so long. Grey is the color of loneliness.
Gold is the color of power. It fills your body with invincibility. With it you can accomplish anything, do anything, be anything. Gold is the wealthy living among the poor. It lets you dream big and makes you never want to go back home. Gold is the American Dream. But gold has a big ego. It sucks you in and makes you forget the important things in life. In the wrong hands, gold is greedy.
White is the color of innocence. It comes to you in times when you are most graceful. White falls off the girl who dances in the field of tulips, and it flies into the hearts of those who sin. White is the young girl that tosses flowers down the aisle at a wedding. It wipes away all the bad things in life and lets you live in the moment. White is simply beautiful.
Black is silent. It is nothing, yet it explains everything. Black will always find its way to you. It is the thoughts that you have, but not dare to say aloud. It is the desire to be struck by disaster. Black is livid, but heartbroken and confused. It needs to be loved, but no one wants to hold it. Black is empty. It is the last thing you see when you close your eyes at night. Black is solitude.