by J. Paxton

Created on: November 12, 2008

As a past art student, the world and everything about it-including color-has been nothing but interpretation. And so all I could give would be my own personal account of what color is and has been to me.

Yellow is the warmth on your flesh on a summer day, a fleece blanket coming out of the dryer, the sound of giggling and the smell of fresh homemade pie crust.

Orange is the droplets of a spritz of perfume on your neck, the sticky Popsicle juice that trickles down your little brother's face, the jumping on a trampoline in your bare feet. It is the freshness of stepping out of a cool shower, the fabric of a worn terry towel against your otherwise bare body.

Pink is the softness and sweetness in a bite of a sugar cookie, frosting caught just on the corners of your lips and sprinkles landing on the ground. It is a hand that fits perfectly in yours, it is eyelashes fluttering against your cheek, it is the smoothness of a seashell found along the water's edge.

Blue is every individual, cleansing rain drop kissing your skin, the smell of a storm rolling in, the goosebumps rising on your arms as you realize that your life could change in a second. It is the trees bending in the wind, the old swing in your backyard creaking back and forth, long forgotten and abandoned.

Purple is the butterflies in your stomach when you are about to embark on a journey, filling you with confidence and assurance of the next steps you are preparing to take; the chance to do something great, the chance that can slip easily through your fingers.

Green is the click of a shutter capturing a moment that you might not want recorded, the depths of a secret whispered in your ear, the wringing of your hands, the bile that you fight down as you force a smile with wolf's teeth.

Red is the fire in your chest, the fingernails in your back, the burn of a shot thrown down your throat after a rough day. It is crack of a whip, the instant his palm comes in contact with your face, the words you said in the heat of the moment that you wish you could take back.

Black is everything you've ever feared, everything you've ever regretted, every despairing thought you swore you'd forget playing like a movie in your mind on repeat.

And white is the end of a story, the sudden revelation, the epiphany you experience only once in a lifetime, accompanied by a pure, deafening silencee where you decide if you will let it be over....or if you will let it empower you and rise again.

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