Color

There is no greater canvas than this life that we all share. Let me show you the colors that surround us:

See that man? His yellowed smile is the cover of a novel that contains beautiful pages. His story continues and it is a fine ink indeed that drips profoundly into his mind.

Look on the corner; do you see her pink lips? The lipstick she wears was thrown in her face, shackling her to a stop sign. Now she wears her chains like jewelry.

Do you see the gray student, clouded over by in-text citations and midterms? He’s lost in the alphabetical expectations imposed on him since infancy.

Do you see the red lovers? The bench they sit on has camouflaged them quietly, but the inflammation of their love burns hot and rubricates everything within a four foot radius.

Look for the purple children who never age. They wander the earth making declarations of royalty and making claims of loyalty to a King they can only hope to comprehend.

Do you see the blue boy? He walks through the waters in hopes of stumbling upon a stronger current, looking for opportunities to splash.

Have you seen the girl of brown rust? The brown dirt she longs for is rich and deep like mahogany. If you look closer, you’ll see that this brown dirt has already been dusted over her left side.

Do you see that man, with the green thumb? His thumb has mistaken a green screen for a tree. You are looking at a misconstrued identity, wandering through empty space.

Behind you is an orange mother. Her orange energy beams brightly and as you can see, she is mother to many.

Do you see that musician? His music is black. Although, do not fear his dark notes. The black he plays is sweet like the night sky, where one looks up to quietly ponder the vastness of reality. Such a black teems with possibility.

Do you see the masterpiece?