is the smell of sea on a day wet, the clouds unfurling like a rug released. The air pushes against your cheeks and whispers little things to make you sad, to make you want to toss behind half-skinned dreams to fling across fingers of foam.

holds back the light; defuses it; forgets it; fucks it; mixing ash and stone and dripping cords with trees of lightning, pillars of sun. These are the clouds that haunt the dead poets; the brushstrokes of sorrows. The lost boat carries the half-drowned and their hasty poems. The house holds the hill while pensive breaths peer for storm-sign, or a mirror.

is sudden and still until even the waves grow silent.

"Green is the color you feel when you are relaxing," I tell you

"Really?" You ask.

"Yes, have you felt it before?" I ask.

"Oh yes, all the time," 

"Blue is the color of happiness," I tell you.

"Realy?" You ask. 

"Yes, have you felt it before?" I ask.

"Oh yes, all the time,"

"Black is the color of anger," I tell you.

"Really?" You ask.

"Yes, have you felt it before?" I ask.

"Oh yes, all the time,"

"Orange is the color of confusion," I tell you.

"Really?' You ask.

"Yes, have you ever felt it?" I ask.

"Oh yes, all the time,"

"Red is the color of love," I tell you

"Really?" You ask.

"Yes, have you ever felt it?" I ask.

"Oh yes, all the time," 

"Grey is the color of loneliness," I tell you.

"Really?" You ask.

"Yes, have you ever felt it?" I ask you.

"Yes, ALL THE TIME,"

Like sound, like emotion

color clouds vision with static

an overwhelming sensory experience

that in panic halts breath

and becoming indistinguishable from one hue to the next

creates an inescapable whirlwind

Like sound, like emotion

color caresses some worlds

in so many feather light kisses 

that leave you drunk and giddy

each playful personality warping perception, sweetly

manipulates all that we see

It's the color of sadness.

It's the color of despair and isolation.

The feeing you get when your loved one's hug is too short or that longing when you sit in an empty bed.

It's the color that surrounds you and follows like a cloud, waiting for rain.

It never pours. It won't take it that far.

It only wants company, just like you.

It's rain that falls from no where; and drowns you in possibilities or what could or may never be.

When you call for an echo and receive silence...waiting for an answer you will never get.

It's the color you drink at two in the morning, just after the bars close.

When you are expecting company, who cancels at the last minute or as simple as smelling a flower when you're sick.

Where the expectations meet the limitations.

It's the color of sadness.

If tears were painted...

You could create a masterpiece of Blue.

Red is hot and dry, like a desert. It is fire. It is the intensity of both love and hate. Red is the extreme of all extremes. Red is the lion, the phoenix, and the dragon. Red is the god of war and the god of passion. Red is chaos.

Yellow is warm. Yellow is summer at the beach. Yellow is is a simple, calm kind of happiness. Yellow is serene. Yellow is relaxed. Yellow is the small songbirds. Yellow is the hero on his noble quest. Yellow is the goddess of wisdom.

Green is cool. It is nature. It is the grass, the shrubs, and the trees. It is damp, like dew. It is comfortable. It feels like home. Green is life. Green cares about you and is good for you. Green is the mother goddess.

Cyan is frozen solid. It is the polar ice caps. It is still and calm and deadly. Cyan is the polar bear. Cyan will make all your troubles go away in a deep never ending sleep. Cyan is the god of death.

Blue is cold and wet. It rises and falls. Blue is constantly in motion but seems perfectly still. It is not happy, it is not sad, it simply is, and it is vast. Blue is the whales. Blue is the god of the oceans and the god of the sky.

Magenta is creativity. Magenta is imagination. Magenta is floating in water that is exactly body temperature, so you feel nothing outside you, and everything inside you. Dreams are Magenta. Magenta is the duck-billed platypus and all things strange and wonderful in their strangeness. Magenta is energetic happiness. Magenta is having sex for the fun of it. Magenta is delusion and insanity. Magenta is the muses, and the graces. Magenta is the goddess of magic and the trickster god.

White is clean. White is order. White is everything precisely in its place to the point that you feel that if you even touch anythig someone will yell at you. White is goodness. White is so good that it is no fun at all. White is obsession. White is OCD. White is neurotic. White is the God of Order and justice.

Black is nothingness. Black is the void. Black is chaos. Black is the home of the unknown things that wish to remain unknown. Black is tentacles that reach out from the darkness. Black is the giant squid, and the other monsters in the oceans depths. Black is the goddess of the void.

Gray is. Gray is nothing more than that, it simply is.

Feel an object. Build it in your mind by touching it with your hand. Craft mentally its edges and texture, and all its dimensions. Now, imagine being able to gather this data without touching anything at all, simply being in its presence sufficing. This is Sight, and its an ability that also allows one to gather data from an object touching it cannot. This data is Color. Color is nothing beyond what you already know about objects, only an additional feature applied to them. It is the quality that allows two objects that are exactly the same, two objects of identical size, weight, and texture, to differ, and be separately recognized.

if we were

alive enough

we could do more than see colors

we could feel them in our red beating hearts

in the dark blue aches in our bones

we would know how it felt to be real

again

if we were

strong enough

we could open our mouths and pour out the words of nations

feel the orange urge to speak our minds

and we didn't fight it

as it

filled us

if we were

alone enough

we would be purple in our misery. light purple

fizz that exploded out of our pores

and became something new

so we wouldn't feel so alone

this is something new

it's enough

Yellow is a ray of sunshine, always happy and perky, and even chirpy.

Orange is calming and bright, comforting, but mostly warm.

Red is hot-headed, passionate, and a mostly stubborn, but very popular.

Pink is sweet and innocent and has a tiny crush on one of the colors.

Purple is dark, mature, yet beautiful no matter what shading.

Blue is cool, relaxed, fresh, and understanding, blending well with others.

Green is full of life, energetic, and always optimistic.

Black is mysterious, endless and eternal, shrouding everything into the unknown.

White is pure, the ultimate light, full of peace and serenity, and enchantment.

Color is a feeling as much as a visual phenomenon - even those without sight can experience aspects of its nature.

Blue is cold or merely cool, depending on much of the color there is. A dark shade can feel like ice cube raising goosebumps on your skin and sending you running for a sweater, while a lighter shade may make you a bit torpid, or melancholy, or even calm. Violet, an even shorter wavelength of light, blends in with the nighttime sky, absorbing the blackness of space until you can't distinguish one color from the other. Red burns like fire, setting your world ablaze, dominating and consuming everything it touches. It is the color of anger, a poker stabbing into your heart and turning your insides raw with its passage. It is also used to grab attention and indicate urgency. When the sun drops below the horizon for the night, it is the last color to remain, a piece of the day's heat, both literal and figurative, prickling the skin.

We respond to colors by emotion as much as by visual recognition. Colors paint our lives in formulations of who we are at the time.