Pictures. Words. Actions. Smells. Feelings. Sounds. Tastes.
They stay imprinted on something that was once blank and smooth.
A clean slate of sort.
Each added thing brings color onto what was once black.
The reds from searing words burned into the mind from a scarring childhood,
The light blues from that calming afternoon picnic,
Even the pink from a first kiss.
These images make an impression.
Though the colors may fade,
And some become increasingly distinct,
Or some shades distorted from new added colors,
The impressions will always remain.
They have, and for all eternity, made an impact.
Eventually it changes and forms into a unique color blob.
Everyone has one. Everyone makes one.
The colors enter through the five doorways,
Through either just one, or a mixture of them,
The impression will be made and the colors will continue to change.
It is often forgotten how easy it is to alter the colors that are imprinted,
Or how simple it is for one person to change a past color.
The colors affect how we act, how we take in new colors,
They are what makes each individual an individual.