Color is such an intimate feeling. When I feel the thump of music, shaking neon blue and green waves from my outline, it creates a vivid outline of the notes and rhythm.
The yellow of instinct escaping from me when presented with little time to react. Oh, how it lights me and keeps me centered.
Passion is a purple, but not as energetic as the others. It mixes with reds and rouge, and falls like a cloud. The fumes of it engulf everything around it. And whether the origin is from my heart or from my brain is sometimes a toss-up, and sometimes a straight line.
Pride is a leader's orange, roaring and taking off from my chest in a lunge that sets the ground ablaze.
Eventually, it all culminates into one large prism, too powerful for anything to stop it.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC
Color is such an intimate feeling. When I feel the thump of music, shaking neon blue and green waves from my outline, it creates a vivid outline of the notes and rhythm.
The yellow of instinct escaping from me when presented with little time to react. Oh, how it lights me and keeps me centered.
Passion is a purple, but not as energetic as the others. It mixes with reds and rouge, and falls like a cloud. The fumes of it engulf everything around it. And whether the origin is from my heart or from my brain is sometimes a toss-up, and sometimes a straight line.
Pride is a leader's orange, roaring and taking off from my chest in a lunge that sets the ground ablaze.
Eventually, it all culminates into one large prism, too powerful for anything to stop it.