Yellow

Today I smiled at the sun, staring into its lucid, seemingly, everlasting happiness. Isn’t that what we reduce it to? The universe says so, the color yellow is happiness, all on its own, a color, that’s all it is. Yet don't we have a color for every emotion, every feeling that travels through our indescribable mysterious bodies. Our emotions overtake us, yet we always allow them to. A feeling, a touch, a smell, it's like time traveling into another dimension, but one we have been before, with new similarities, but nonetheless, new. Something you've felt, seen, or even smelled before but has a new twist like that woman on the sidewalk wearing the yellow scarf she wore the day before but the way she's wearing it today is different. It's not draped over her slouching shoulders, its tied, in what seems to be the perfect knot, right below her necklace, the one that you saw in the store the other day, but hers is a color you didn't see, yellow. Is she engulfed in this color to make others believe she is happy, or to make herself believe she is happy? Isn't that what we are supposed to feel, happiness. You talked yourself out of that necklace in the store, because it wasn’t your favorite color, but you tried to convince yourself that it was because it wasn't really your style. You are more than just a color, more than just an emotion. You are becoming who you are supposed to be. This dimension is not one that will last, you will become someone else in another one. One that isn't about colors, or feelings, or what necklace you decided to wear today. It will be one that is about change and how you can become somebody, somebody important to anybody. One that won't judge you on what you surround yourself with but who you are. Who are you? You're the color yellow.