The Color of Emotion

Journal Response Three

Blue is a terrific color. Baby blue, royal blue, tiffany blue, dark blue, light blue. Blue is the color of the ocean. Blue is the color of beautiful flowers. Blue is also the color of the sky, which is particularly pretty today. The way I see it, the sky is simply a canvas that clouds whisk and colors dance upon. Today, the sky is glowing blue.  As the soft breeze starts to pick up, I lock my door tight. As a dark shadow befalls my window I turn to see the sun blotted out completely by a large, grey ominous cloud. The sky gradually turns to match the color of the cloud. Double taking, I notice the sudden change from grey to pinkish-yellow. And not sunset pink, I’m talking like the type of pink you associate with Valentine’s Day, except with more dimensions. My eyes are forever glued to the sky, and I watch forever. With the first flash of luminescent lightning, the sky quickly changes to blood red, almost as if by magic! Thunder rumbles in the distance.  The sky is completely and utterly red. Murder-scene-blood-is-everywhere-red, as if the sky knew what was about to occur. The color inhabits different hues and shades blended together, much  like the blood of a family. The clouds whirl around in the sky as if the wind is chasing them"whisping, curling, swirling, fighting"little pieces everywhere, almost as if its artist is a meticulous painter. . Then"the biggest flash you’ve ever seen, followed immediately by a heart-attack-causing clap of thunder. The sky flashes a violent dark purple color, much like that of a black eye. It feels like a toxin, a poison, a battle of dominance. The storm is whirring like the jaws of the underworld. The storm"a tempest, a relentless bully, an evil queen that seeks revenge. The sky"sick of being painted upon in such a violent manner. The  sky expresses emotions through colors, and this time it is very angry with the storm. Lightning strikes my Uncle’s little shed, the deed done. Unbeknownst to be, the malicious storm has claimed another victim. The sky has changed again, except this time it is more blue-green, like the color of contaminated sea foam. You know, the color you see right before you vomit from motion sickness. And I remember, the next day, it rained. Hard. The sky had finally had enough, my tears blended with its. The blue-grey-pink-yellow-red-purple-black sky was all that flashed through my mind for a while. It’s the reason I can’t sleep at night. It’s the reason I’m going absolutely crazy. Of course this will happen again, and I can only hope the sky will be prepared this time.

Author's Note

This piece is a response to a journal prompt. This is kind of rough draft in the sense that I just wrote straight for 10 minutes without worrying about mechanics. Please ignore any grammar issues.Also PLEASE give feedback!(: