Blind but I see

Black is the color of collapsing. Falling. Going in and in to the oblivion of your soul. The great abyss of the inside of your mind. Of nothingnes. The sound of a pen against a page.

Blue is cold. It’s wind and snow. It’s the feeling of utter calmness. It’s the flavor of rain before the clouds release. It’s clean, water against your hand.

Green is the taste if ocean water. Its the sound of birds wings. It’s the feeling of slowly growing joy. Of a high note played on a violin. A cry from a baby.

White is cotton cloth on your skin. The sound of paper rustling. Of thunder rumbling. The feeling of peace. Of complete joy.

Red is a blush crawling up your face. It’s the stomp of feet to an internal metronome. The sound of an arrow leaving a bow. The feeling of a kiss softly on your cheek.

Purple is a dragon roar. It’s the sound of lightning blasting. Of a note played on a trumpet. The feeling of lukewarm water on your toes.

Orange is warm. It’s the sun barely caressing your skin with thermal trendils. A flower petal gently falling down your arm. It’s the sound of the snapping of fingers.

Brown is the sound of a cello solo. Of crunching leaves. A fire crackling. The feeling of someone’s hand in yours. Of chocolate sitting on your tongue.

Gray is the sound of light rain. A rock falling to the ground. It’s the feeling of slipping and falling. Of someone else’s hair on your face.

Yellow is laughter. It’s a dog barking. Keyboard keys clicking. It’s patches of cold and hot sitting under a tree. The feeling of a leg bouncing. Of stress.

Color isn’t just seen. It’s felt and heard. Color is everything and nothing. Color is your soul.