My soul at first was colorless, but then it began to change ... to get different colors.
Sometimes my soul gets shades of red that symbolize the passion, warmth and fire in my heart ... Sometimes it's pale red, sometimes it's red blood. But I want to always be red blood, to love with all my being and to be loved. My heart beating me hard, and my emotions making my body vibrate ...
Sometimes the soul gets a pink tone that symbolizes sexuality and a love in silence, having the role of calming and enhancing feelings. It's a nice color, waiting to be put forward to shine.
In other cases, the soul gets a green hue. Sometimes it's a pale green, sometimes it's an intense green. Green is the color of hope. I hope for many things and I'm afraid of disappointments ... Green gives a calm, balance and relaxation effect. I like to have my green soul.
Sometimes my soul is a little blue. Blue urges me to reverie and inner silence, to earnestness and meditation. Just like pink, and blue is the symbol of a secret love ... Blue is a cool color, but it's right for a dreamer, an artist ...
Sometimes the soul gets yellow shades and then becomes jealous. When it becomes an intense yellow it gives me a feeling of soul fatigue ... my mind tired of so many scenes of jealousy, from so many tears and suffering.
When the soul gets a hue of purple, sadness and melancholy have taken hold of my whole being. It disturbs me and discourages me ... and I suffer in the depths of my soul, but the world does not stop asking me what I have and I do not like to complain about mercy.
When the soul looks white, it's not pure ... as the white color would suggest. The soul is defiled by emotions, by fear, by various feelings, of contradictory feelings ... It is not a pure white to express innocence, tranquility and purity. He's a dirty white and I'd like to clean him, not get black in the meantime ...
When the black color my soul, then the indecision and the pain take hold of me. Unkindness, restraint and weight clutched me in their dirty arms and refused to let me go. Black is poisoning me with his negative vibrations.
When my soul becomes orange I feel the need to provide protection. I could jump to the neck of those who try to hurt someone I love.
But sometimes it happens that my soul is a rainbow, a mixture of feelings and emotions, happiness mingled with pain, joy mingled with sadness, tears mixed with warm smiles, agony and ecstasy ...
Like many others and my soul is multicolored.
