We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Colours

Yellow is the warmth you feel when you step outside after being shut in for months.
Red is the feeling of anger that boils from with within.
Blue is the smell of the atmosphere after it rains.
Green is the growth you experience after you practiced everyday for ten years.
Orange is the joy you feel when someone reminds you they care.
Purple is the pain throbbing as you heal.
White is nothing.
Black is everything.
Gray is sometimes.
Gray is maybe.
Gray is "we will see".
Brown is the foundation you build for your feelings to rest upon at night.
Mint is the fresh new clothes you buy after you've have had a bad day.
Opaque is the person you show to others. It's the honest but not too honest.
Chrome is when you deflect and reflect but never accept.
Burgundy is the beating of your hands against your chest when your heart hurts too much.
Rose is the butterflies that made a home in your stomach when you decided to marry your best friend.
Opal is all the different parts of you.
Jade is the celebration after the winning goal.
Frost is the first sip of a hot cup of tea after a snowy day.
Pink is the strength built up to go to your last day of chemo.
Colors.
They are everywhere.
I see them.
Sometimes, I can't see them.
But sometimes,
I feel them.
The colors that shine through the black and white canvas called life to dazzle my world with medicore, amazing, difficult, trophy worthy, heart-wrenching phenomenons.
I can feel colors.
The colors that make up our lives.
As crazy as life can be, it still feels great.