What do you see?

What do you think?

What do you feel?

Violet, not violent.

Azul, that is blue. I like that one.

Something about blue. I can't quite explain it.

Red with rage.

Why keep all of that in?

Don't hit people just to let it out.

Verde, green with envy.

Nah, imma win instead of whine.

But why envy?

Don't you ever feel bad for yourself?

You're projecting, in case you're not aware.

Funny how we sometimes hate in others what we struggle to accept in ourselves.

Amarillo, so full of light and beauty.

But too much shine, and it becomes nauseating.

I stare, and that's what I feel.

Yellow, too yellow.

Can something be too beautiful to look at?

Can brightness become blinding?

Negro.

That vacant black.

The dominant colour.

You can't go wrong with black.

Or can you?

Not everyone sees what it projects.

There's something about black that can't really be put into words.

The quiet. depth. and mystery.

You just know you can start afresh on black

No need to explain what came before the darkness.

Just begin.

Blanco.

White and bright.

Too bright, perhaps.

It aches my eyes.

Funny, isn't it?

How one person's peace can be another person's discomfort.

Me encanta lo oscuro.

I love the darkness.

Oscuro instead of blanco.

Darkness instead of white.

Ayy, ayy!

But what do you see?

What do you think?

What do you feel?

Perhaps the colour was never the whole story.

Perhaps it's what we bring to it.

You know red is just red until anger gives it a voice.

Or green is just green until comparison makes it envy.

black is just black until someone finds a beginning in it.

And maybe white doesn't have to mean peace to everyone.

Do we just see colours?

Or maybe we see the same world, but colour it differently.

In colours, I see you.

In colours, you project.

In colours, we live.