Colors For The Blind

Colors For The Blind

Red— Red is the color of anger, when you’re upset and frustrated and your face gets hot and tingly. It’s the image of sitting next to an open fire as the heat radiates all over your body. Red is the color of the warm liquid running down your skin after you cut yourself.

Blue— Blue is the color of relaxation and calmness. It’s a Sunday drive on a backcountry road, swimming with the dolphins in the ocean and the lullaby your mom sang to you when you were little. Blue is the color of sitting on the beach in the warm sand, with nothing to do but soak up the moment.

Pink— Pink is the color of silliness and fun; like blowing a bubble with the huge piece of gum in your mouth and it pops all over your face. Pink is getting a new puppy for Christmas, with a giant bow around his neck; or that excited feeling when you finally find something you had lost and never thought to find.

Orange— Orange is the color of caution; thinking of all possible outcomes before jumping in. It’s that barricade you can’t get over because the other side is dangerous and uncertain. Orange is the feeling of getting too close to the stove without actually touching it, but grasping the heat on your skin.

Yellow— Yellow is the color of a warm day, a mellow feeling as you walk through the grass with your bare feet. Yellow is a pocket full of hard candies and no time limit on life. It’s getting your favorite ice cream and slowly licking the drips around the cone.

White— White is the color that feels like snow in your boots. A bare wall with nothing hanging or painted; a blank canvas. White is smelling a burning candle and not being able to make out the scent, or tasting something for the first time and not knowing what it is.

Black— Black is the color of that shiver you get on the back of your neck when you think the boogieman is under your bed. The hollow and damp tunnel that shoots the echo of the cry from the wounded soldier; black makes your skin crawl with goosebumps when you’re home alone and hear footsteps coming down the hall.

Green— Green is the sound of a money counter at the bank, shooting out stacks of bills. The aroma in a French restaurant, fancy and expensive. The emotion one could feel of green is envious and rotten; a very fixated color, with a personality that would be bossy and rude.

Purple— Purple is the feel of the shawl made of velvet material, when you rub it across your cheek. The smell from the daisy you just picked; so mildly sweet and covered with a layer of dew. Purple is the feeling of peace when stepping into a hot bubble bath and having no responsibilities.

Gray— Gray is the feeling of writer’s block; thinking too hard until the point of almost giving up. That place of limbo with your thoughts and can’t seem to get the words in the correct order. Gray is the chill through the body when a storm is brewing and having to calculate the distance to run from A to B and how wet you’ll get.

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