If I were a colour...

I'd be green. I'd be the leaves producing oxygen. I'd be the grass covering the earth. I'd be nature.

I'd be blue. I'd be the sky. I'd be the longing for new territory. I'd be freedom.

I'd be grey. I'd be the stormy sea claiming lives.

I'd be red. I'd be the passion flooding people's veins. I'd be love. I'd be wrath. I'd be hatred.

I'd be yellow. I'd be the sunlight flooding people's minds. I'd be joy.

I'd be brown. I'd be the soil giving new life.

I'd be pink. I'd be the first flowers in spring.

I'd be violet. I'd be the inspiration creating miracles. I'd be melancholy.

I'd be black. I'd be the demons inside people's hearts.

I'd be white. I'd be dignity. I'd be surrender.

"Desert Eagle" by Darrell Crow

Aftermath

How can something so fugacious feel so beautiful?

I'm so afraid of what it could mean.