Conversations With Myself

I AM Yellow.

I WAS yellow.

Runaway little girl, run away.

You yellow-bellied freak!

The mind can be a beautiful thing. It can also destroy us...

She was yellow, like the sun that shines bright above us all, she shined. She grew, like a blade of grass on a hot summer's day, she grew. She was yellow, but that didn't stop her, for that was only one part of her. She let her yellow shine, for she was so much more than yellow, she was golden, like Midas everything she touched turned to gold. She was orange, red, and yellow, she was the sunset that burned the night sky. She was the ocean, the waves, the sand, brown and grey, blue and black, she grew. She was the rainbow that appeared after a rainy day. Here today, gone tomorrow, she was the shooting star that twinkled down the sky and into the dirt, never to be seen again, only to be wished upon. She was yellow.

She's the rain that falls from the heavenly skies, she's your umbrella on a rainy day. She is red, she is yellow, pink, orange and green. She is the mountains, the leaves, the crisp air on a cold, fall day. She is blue. She is the blue in the sky, the blue in my soul, the blue in your soul, we're blue. I'm blue with you, without you, we're green.

She's green. Like the grass that grows from the sun, the rain, together, the winds, we're green. She is red, she burns, like the touch of your finger on my lip, I'm red, I burn for you. The flames of my heart are red, yellow, gold, and blue I burn for you.

I burn for you.

I am yellow.