The Color of My Thoughts

When I think, my thoughts are a certain color.

Do you know what color they are?

They aren't a color you can behold with your human eyes.

They are a color you can only feel with your soul.

Everyone knows that color.

Even you.

It's that color you see when you feel conflicted.

When you feel love and confusion and joy and sadness all at once.

When you are happy and excited with so much to say but no words come out.

It's the color of those words that don't come out; the words that swirl around in your head behind that smile on your face.

That color you sink into, curling up into a fetal position when no one is looking.

That color of your favorite song on repeat flooding your ears and brain, drowning out everything.

It's that same color that bathes you as you dance with ribbons and butterflies swirling all around you.

That color of the truth deep in your heart.

That color beckoning you to look up and keep going.

That color telling you to let all of your feelings burst out instead of hiding them.

That color of the emotional explosion of happiness, pain, anger, joy, sadness, love, thankfulness, forgiveness, salvation, and acceptance spilling out in a long, loud yell mixed with laughter and tears.

That color of freedom.

That color.