I am them all.

I am them all.

I am the unctuous red of kissed lips and rushing blood, the image of both pain and desire. I am strength. I am action. I am courage.

I am the brightness of orange, the sharp tang of citrus in a medley of normal, a flavour to make your senses pay attention. I am change. I am friendship. I am freedom.

I am the mellowness of yellow, found in delicate buttercups held under a chin, no matter who the body belongs to. I am happiness. I am optimism. I am friendship.

I am the newness of green, proof that my life and souls keeps growing, the way nature intended. I am as old as the wind and as new as a shoot. I am rebirth. I am new. I am fresh.

I am the spirituality and integrity of blue, moving through emotions and experiences in different hues. I am confidence. I am stability. I am intelligence.

I am the fairness and justice of indigo, making my own waves in this spectrum. I am royal. I am wisdom. I am justice.

I am everything violet. I am the future. I am imagination. I am sensitivity. I am compassion.

I am them all. I am everything.