If purple has fallen to you, you should know that this is the color that, in the near future, can bring great luck to those who strive for spiritual perfection, but can bring great misfortune to someone who is inclined to save material wealth. This color has a very powerful energy and is a symbol of enlightenment, gaining wisdom. If you ask about material and business problems, then you better not take any decisive action for a while. The appearance of purple in divination for love relationships is ambiguous; on the one hand, this is a delight of spiritual intimacy, the joy of communication, on the other hand, the inability to be together, hopelessness. Let it not upset you that everything happens just like that - trust Fate and she will surely present you with a generous gift.
They are blue and I am green We are the same The same feeling The same sound The same taste The same smell They are blue and I am green We are both strong in the eyes of others We are both strong in the eyes of each other When we mix with other colors The both of us dominant the paint They are blue and I am green And we are the same Or so I thought For when you mix blue and green All you get is another blue They are remade And I am consumed
Once upon a time, there was a little boy, with no name, no color and no place to live. They say he lived in the sunflowers as there was his favorite place, but the thing is that he couldn't, actually see them, he was blind. The only color he had on him, was the black of his beautiful curly hair. Fed up of not being able to see the beauty around him, the little boy went to the wisest man in his village, he was known as “THE EBONY GUARDIAN”, he lived in a small, humble house just out of the beautiful sunflowers field, he was known to be the darkest man of his village and therefore, the wisest. As in the whole village, black was considered a sign of nobility and wisdom. “Master”, said the little boy, in sign of respect. “May I ask you something?” “sure, go ahead little boy!” said the man, looking at him. “do you know who I am, or where I come from or why I have no color at all?! I wish I could have a color just for me” said the boy looking sad and frustrated at the master. “I don't know what color you are or what is your name or where your place on the Earth is, but I can show you a place in this word where all the colors live together in the light that you can see and in the dark that hides everything”. saying that the master led the boy to the most beautiful place he'd ever seen, full of butterflies and flowers. The boy looked at the master curious and said: well, these are all the colors the world can be? Where's mine then? What color should I be? Do they speak any language that I could learn or am I a stranger even here? Whispered the boy so disappointed. “shhh! Whispered the master smiling at the boy, “watch”, added him pointing at the sky. The boy couldn't see anything so far. “White as the light before to show up its shades, black as the night where all the colors rest, until a new day comes and the rainbow lives again”. As soon as the master pronounced those words a wonderful rainbow stood up in the sky, with incredible, brilliant colors. Those colored lights hit the boy who had finally found what color he wanted to be, not just one but all the colors of the light, all the magic of a rainbow. “what's your color then?” asked the master “All the colors of the light!” exclaimed happily the boy. “And what's your name?” “Rainbow!” “And, finally: where do you come from?” “I come from the light that spreads in the world all the wonderful colors of the rainbow! The boy eventually, had found his colors, a name and his place, he always kept on the top of his head the black where the colors were hidden. And while the world goes on, fighting to decide who sparkles more than everyone, somewhere in a nowhere there always will be a rainbow to show the light with its colors and a dark, quite night to let them rest until tomorrow.
The air around her smelled of ink, paper, and pencil lead. She scribbled her thoughts down but not even then could she even begin to fully understand. The people around her understood so why didn't she. It was like they had created a contract that contained an unsaid rule that everyone around her must never say anything and allow her to destroy the light inside on her own so they wouldn't leave evidence of their crime against her. It didn't take long for the light to almost completely diminish itself entirely. So while the world around her was filled with color, she herself slowly became as gray as the sky before a storm. Though sound was rare in her color drained mind, it still managed to be made by sinking into her invisible world of song. They never heard it fore it was there somewhere deep in her soul, somewhere where the light hadn't yet been extinguished. That little light was the only thing left in her. The only thing that kept her from completely disappearing. The light kept her from giving up on herself and gave her the slightest bit of hope that one day things would get better. Two years later, you can now find that same girl with a smile on her face and a friend or two by her side. It took some time but that little light soon became a flame that regained its strength creating a fire. A fire that she hopes to share with those who have let their light burn too low so they too can become the star they are meant to be. You don't have to be lonely like that little girl was. You don't have to be lonely like I was.
An array of colored stars dance and twinkle on the horizon above the blur of passing cars. There is a low rhythmic hum that stretches out to embrace me and entice me to explore. The air around me buzzes with electric energy as my muse beckons to me off in the distance, calling me back to my creative home. Within her, borders are the ingredients to shape a better future for myself. All of my senses are heightened with anticipation, my heart is racing, and my body is vibrating as if a colony of bees is buzzing on the surface of my skin. She is the only one who can make me feel this way, and her name is Chicago. Within her boundaries, possibilities are waiting on every street and down each alley. Chicago is a vibrant hub of art colleges, museums, and murals. Throughout the city is art in every form. Designers and architects have integrated color into every new development. The South Loop, for instance, has some astonishing displays of the modern art that has been splashed onto her ancient structures creating a harmonious combination of the contemporary and the antique. On the sidewalks surrounding these magnificent structures, sidewalk artists sketch, musicians play, and dancers move to the music of the city. Art flows down every corridor as a series of sound, color, and movement transforming the city into a magical sanctuary for the creative soul. Her skyscrapers and visitors become a living, breathing, abstract painting. In these moments Chicago is a Jackson Pollock masterpiece. On the surface, she is streaks of violent reds, splashes of depressing blacks and hopeful white spattered across her cityscape. At first glance, there appears to be no rhyme or reason to her chaos. Only ugliness, rage and hard, unforgiving surfaces. The mechanical inventions of modern technology eclipse the world beneath. Her buildings tower over her concrete turf, casting shadows on everything in their path. The day is a cacophony of noise, the pungent odor of exhaust and garbage rotting the sun. Above her streets, the clatter of her Amtrak can be heard as it whizzes past. The roar of Chicago can be deafening to the untrained ear. However, to me, they are the Philharmonic playing Beethoven. If one knows how to look and how to listen, they too can hear the music. It is an ongoing concert, and we are all invited. Chicago contains several layers of subcultures and environments, one stacked on top of the other. They are scattered into every corner of the city. The most prominent shifts in the atmosphere occur between dusk and dawn when the sun rises over the buildings and its beams pass over her landscape. One of my favorite neighborhoods to witness the beauty of Chicago's daylight hours is the South Loop. The brick buildings there almost seem to glow as the sun casts its rays on their sand-colored surface. Her windows become glimmering, faceted diamonds, enticing one to come inside. The parks are enchanting when the sun passes over the vibrant green foliage, glittering on the water of the bubbling fountains, illuminating the proud statues and concrete channels. These are not miracles that can be envisioned; they must be seen with the naked eye to be genuinely appreciated. Although the day holds majesty, her evening hours are full of untold tales. There is a fantastical display of pigments and an aura of secrecy. They seduce the artistic soul and fill the mind with the answers to the unspoken questions. At night, Chicago becomes the ultimate muse as she comes to life in a parade of lights and streaks of color. Cars paint the night as they speed through the darkened streets, taillights a blur. The sound of cultures melding together can be heard in the music pouring from the open nightclub doors. Everything reverberates with new energy. In the dark, away from the downtown bustle, that is where her buildings whisper their stories. There is a feeling of quiet contemplation and mystery. Around the shadowy base of her brick structures, one can sense history. Even in photos when her buildings have been captured in silent motion; her ability to inspire is not lost. Even a photo of her can give me hope when there is none and give me the feeling that all things are possible. From her towering architecture to her vibrant art scenes, there is a vast collection of things to stimulate the senses. Chicago is always changing and moving. Her kinetic energy and color palette are what inspire me most. No matter the distance, Chicago reaches out to inspire me once more.
Orange. Pain. Screaming. Thats all I can see, feel and hear right now. Pain. Orange. Screaming. I try to gather my wits about me. I see a woman standing over me. Screaming at me. I don't know what her issue is. I didn't do anything wrong. How dare she yell at me! Pain. Why does my whole body ache and hurt? Orange. Fire. Now i see it. The orange is a vast fierce fire looming all around me. I don't like it here. It's loud and it hurts here. I close my eyes. Accept and welcome the darkness. White. Sterile white. All consuming white. Its quiet. No pain. And its cool. Not hot. I like it here. Everything is still hazy. But i finally have peace. I hear beeping. Beep. Beep. Beep. It's a stead beeping noise. Beep. Beep. Beep. Its peaceful though. I close my eyes. Sleep. Rest. I enter the darkness once more. Blue. All I see is blue now. All consuming blue. Its hot here though. But it's a nice heat. Its covers me gently. Wraps me in its warmth. I hear a noise. Tweet. Tweet. Tweet. I see a bird fly past me. Tweeting as it goes. It calm here. Quiet. Unlike the orange place. I like the blue place. Something hit's my face. It doesn't hurt though. Drip. Drip. Drip. It feels wet. Like a tear drop from my vast blue surrounding's. It's nice here. I close my eyes. Enjoying the peace and gentle drops of water kissing my face. Once again the darkness envelops me. Black. Black is all I see. Oh and pain! The pain is back! Slap! Slap! Slap! The pain comes when I hear the slaps. I look up to see what is causing me this horrible pain. Bad choice. The pain hits my face and and I put my head back down. I fear the darkness now. I don't like this place. The black place is bad. I miss the blue and white place. I close my eyes and cry. But yet again the darkness grabs me and pulls me into its clutches. Red. Red is all I see now. I don't know where I am. All I know is that it's freezing here. I shiver. I don't enjoy it here. To cold. There is also a splitting pain in my head. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Agghh. It hurts. My eyes open. Now its gray. All gray. Water now hits my face just like the blue place. I enjoy this. But my head makes it hard to enjoy anything. The water drops down from the heavens and kisses my face. I see a man standing over me. Or maybe it's a teenager. Yeah it's a young man. Maybe 16 or 17 years of age. He smirks. I see a shoe. It rushes at me. Now all I can see is black. Im floating. Darkess is everywhere. I enjoy this now. No more pain. No more fire. No more slapping. No more yelling. No more Beeping. No more rain. No more fire. No more birds. No more orange, white, blue, red, gray. Just black. Black everywhere. All consuming black.
You may argue with me, but I still think green is the most beautiful color! In this hot and humid summer time, it's a piece of paradise if you can find a shade of green. Of course, green likes to have support of other colors; it's white in this case here. 🌿💚
I remember sitting up in my room one night when i was little. I was always afraid to wear a skirt in class. I was that girl always playing tetherball and beating all the boys. My faborite colors were black and red. It wasnt until one day when i was coloring i realized something, The pink crayon i was using wasnt the shade of pink i wanted for the flowers. In fact this color pink was beautiful. It was so beautiful it stood out on my page , it danced around the dark black outlines; it shined. ‘You know what else shines like that ? ‘ i thought. ‘That dress thart your mom wore yesterday' and i kept thinking. My lips shine when i have on lip gloss. My dress shines in the light. My makeup will shine in the sun. My smile will shine because im happy. I wanted to be as beautiful as that damn pink. And thats how beautiful i was going to get. Im completely self absored, a real caramel goddes, if you ask me. But i probably wouldnt be this way , if i didnt steal my neighbors crayons.