A painter uses color, texture -tangibles – to express herself.
I use words. My mind purges its stresses on white pages.
I sometimes think in gray.
Cloudy skies are the shade of sadness.
Sadness has shades, if you didn’t know it.
I’ve had sadness in blue shades. Blue, more intense than gray.
Gray has no passion, is sleepy and without great expression.
Blues offer bite. When dark, it’s angry sadness.
Light blue leaves room for improvement. Hope.
Black. Ever felt black?
Absorbing all light around you. Reflecting none.
Lack of light is black. I’ve felt black. I’ve lived black.
Black was the height of sadness, and all was dark.
Are you beige? Beige is boring. Not ugly but boring.
I lived beige for several years. It was a color of denial.
Same old. Same old. Beige. Sad but denying it.
Currently, I feel green. New growth is everywhere.
Soon it will be spring. Life has changed.
Green feels nice. Cooling and hopeful.
No sadness blankets this life.
But now and then, I do have other-color days.
Life is, after all, a rainbow of colors.
Sadness can be in many colors and shades
But joy can, too.