color is not seen with our eyes
color is not seen with our minds
color is seen with our souls
color is seen with our skin and our teeth
nails and hair
color is seen in its warmth
its uniqueness
its feel
we feel color not in our bodies but our souls
looking at color logically is a disservice to ourselves
our souls
we are cutting off what the unseen is
saying
seeing
feeling
feeling love
we do not understand color
we can’t
color is interpreted in something we can’t control
we like it but don’t know why
we don’t have the words
because there are no words
there are no words for color because there are no words for love
there are no words for a feeling
a feeling that is so intense it makes us
cry
scream
laugh
experience
to perceive color is an experience
this experience is different for us all
that’s what makes us unique
like color
we are all color
we are all love
Art is love.
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