Color in theory [drunk]

Frolicking down memory lane

I find myself in front of a red door.

The handle is gold

there’s nothing behind it tho.

It’s just a door

A door to what?

I’m just here to reminisce.

Feel the energy of what use to be

So out of curiosity I enter.

Only to see 2 chairs sitting before me.

[color]

One word but means so many things.

What is life without color? bland.

But too much color can be a cluster fuck

or representation of a big bright personality.

For each color there is a meaning

a feeling, a vibe you get.

[Flavor]

You need color like seasoning

just the right amount makes all the difference.

I’m in the kitchen cooking but also drinking.

The pros and cons.

The upside and the downside.

Color is a swing set.

It can change your perspective.

I see you with my eyes and hear you with my heart.

Why is red the color of love?

Speaking of love

What does love look like

Is it patience, is it kind ?

Is it peaceful, is it gentle?

What does love look like

Is it intentional, is it on time?

Is it joy, is it freedom?

What does love look like

Is it black is it white?

I’m drunk. I’m talking about nothing

but is there color in nothing?

The grey area.

“I’m just tired” that’s my excuse

but you can see the pain in my red eyes.

Sometimes life can suck, it does get rough, it does get tough

but you gotta believe it’s green on the other side.

There’s a light at the end of the struggle

beauty in the madness but I gotta believe

it’s green on the other side.

Looking in the mirror

I’m embracing my reflection.

I remember this Red Couch.

This is the red couch I slept on for many nights.

This is the red couch I meditated on for many mornings.

Since 2014 it’s been couches and alternative things

but it didn’t stop me or make me quit on my dreams.

I’m drunk. I’m talking about nothing

but is there color in nothing?

Still I suffer.

Bad decisions, good times.

I suffer from my past.

I suffer from not being picked.

I suffer from being forgotten about.

So because of these things

I’m so quick to fall into the idea of nobody fucks with me.

So quick to fall into the idea of everyone's against me.

I’m so easily moved to say fuck everybody.

So quick to get into my own head.

So easily moved to say fuck everyone.

Because I think no-one likes me

but this is drunk me talking.

This red punch got me feeling myself.

Alexa, play Beyonce?

Me, myself, and I.

Alone again. I’m drunk again.

I can stop searching my color holds history.

The canvas will always listen and the art will always love me.

I found myself

I can leave this door closed behind me.