Colors...

Colors....

they go every where... everything you do has colors to it...

when you speak, see, touch, feel...

they go every where.......

and, I love to acknowledge their presence at all times.

May be that's why I prefer calls over messages...

messages are polite, but impersonal.

Calls, on the other hand, let you guess what color the other person is...

when talking to you...

when some one is distant, they are white...

clear, but opaque at the same time...

if someone is holding their head high, despite problems, they are purple....

dignified, more like it.

Even if you know a person very well, you can't tag them with "a-particular" color...

I can't myself say what color I am, but every emotion of mine does have a color to it....

my journal never reads, "I was sad."

it's always, "I felt kinda violet today."

The journal is black, always. That's because it is so necessary to bring out all other colors that are there, and I for one, can't live without it!

My sister's innocent questions are a bright yellow, good, striking, but not always appealing.

like the other day she heard me talking on the phone, and asked,"are you in love?"

I was butchered!
Communication between dad and me?.. Brown.... its there, but that's it.

Accounting? has to be lavender....

I love it, but still trying to master it.

such is the beauty of colors...

they are your companions...

may be they won't always guide you, but they'll always be there for you to rely on..

when you need them the most...

colors.....