The Feeling of Color

Grey is the smell of an incoming storm. The feeling of being lost and confused. The kind of hopelessness you only feel When you're the only one who has everything to lose. Blue is the freezing cold of ice. The emotions that make you hate, Hate no one, no one but yourself. It's when you're the only one to give up. Red is the feeling of isolation. Not loneliness, but distance. The rage you feel when no one understands, It is also the smell of iron, of war, of hatred. Green is the feeling of hope, The means to an end, the end of searching. Green is the embodiment of longing. Of reaching, of feeling something you can't quite grasp. Black is the feeling of rage, of blinding fury. It is also the color of passion and ambition, Never stopping in your goals. Black is the tangy smell of blood. There are a myriad of colors, but these are the best. Not the best looking, nor the best feelings, but the best nonetheless. One cannot control their emotions, but they can manipulate them Into feeling what you need to, to become another. White. White is all of the colors combined. White is the feeling of power, of control. White is a predator, one that can be hurt, But pure determination keep it from harm.