Walking Between Raindrops

In the aftermath that is the echo of inflicted evil, I wear a color you’ve never heard before, leaving me cursed to never be without chaos and contradiction, poetry in a world still learning the alphabet

While everyone was looking for a hidden city, I found a clearing in the forest and walked between the raindrops, leaving them to hide in the alleys of who they aren’t

Tangled in the beauty of a complex universe came the colors I hold within and revealed the ones outrunning the inevitable, never afraid to be too much of that color and not enough of the other

Red brings a loud sense of humor and an even louder sense of danger. They have a feverish taste for life that almost always leaves them momentarily stunned, unable to tell a killer from a savior, their heads from their hearts. They are brave, reckless, and ignorant, the ones who scoff at rules and danger because they are the same thing. Their minds are cluttered with impossibilities and their hearts turn them into possibilities

Orange is the color of careless energy, endless and abundant as the sun. They keep notebooks full of things they’ll never say, and search for what’s missing, never realizing when they find it because they always want more. Love and adventure and music, the stars and sadness and words, all the yesses and all the nos. They are the shift between not wanting to let go and loving what you’ve found

The next color of the rainbow belongs to nightlights and sunshine, to those who keep the old alive, because there isn’t always new. They say green is the color of life, but yellow knows it’s the color coming off the ones with dirt under their nails and broken glass under their feet. The ones who run with heathens and tame humans, because yellow calms the parts that cloud your vision

Green are the ones who feel everything. They recover with a resilience that is unreal, only wanting to live life testing the limits because they are convinced it’s limitless. The color that wakes the ancient parts of your soul that still belong to the ancient parts of the earth. They are as solid as the ground they walk on, because even cracked concrete can grow weeds - that’s why green will always represent life

Have you ever recognized that feeling when you think of a place you ache to go again? The one that exists in dead languages, childhood friends, and forgotten promises? All the times you were sure you’d never come back to the surface? Blue has depths inside its depths, but it’s also your compass through the melancholy, the messy, and the misunderstood

You are bold, magnificent, unexplored, dangerous and unusual, dancing with your demons, and never accepting the things you don’t want. You are the ones that keep the world from getting bored because the danger doesn’t come from yourselves. Yet you are the reason, a terrifying and beautiful thing, and all that is hate and jealousy fight to bring you down, because you – you are indigo

When you try to think of violet, I hope you see art and thunder and tired grins and concerts that leave you feeling brand new. They are determined, the only real in a false world. If you want to recognize a violet, they’re the ones who hug you the tightest, the kind that gives you a place in the universe. They have a soft spot for animals, and always believe that if you send the right question out into the universe, it will answer back

I wear a color you’ve never seen before, mixed from all the colors you can recognize, the ones that make you feel safe and the ones you use to draw a line, leaving us to track in mud and misery. You can’t decide if we are too much or not enough, but we know who we are. We are the beauty of a complex universe. The sunflower fields, mid-day sky, lopsided grins and knowing things we shouldn’t. Graffiti and bare feet, learning how to react, days that pretend like they’re never going to end, the difference between ignorance and hate

Every shade of color our ancestors gave us from all corners of the earth.