*inhale-exhale*

*inhale*

He asked me what I was feeling.

My darling, how do I tell you I feel in colors?

The bright yellow of joy when it comes bursting out of you,

The powder pink of love, when your heart feels like it could leap out of your chest,

The dark mean red, when the inner fire consumes you,

The deep purple of the abyss, the all-encompassing yet unknown sadness,

The green of need, fragility equivalent to that of a dry flower.

The grey plateau, when it seems like there is nothing but dust,

The deep blues, when one’s sadness takes one's breath away and everything you’ve ever felt comes flowing out.

My darling how do I tell you that I am the rainbow, we all are.

Perhaps if we knew each other’s colors we could find a way.

*exhale*