What colour is that of a soul, really?

What determines whether a person is good or bad? Greedy or giving? Envying or proud?

Who even determines that one colour represents this or that?

Take yellow, for example. It represents happiness. Why? Why yellow? What about green, the colour of nature, with the dark, leafy treetops, to the bright green of the moss, with yellow underneath, or the cheerful green of the grass? Blue, so many shades of beauty, from the dark blue of the sky at night, not ever quite black and glittering with stars, to the azure and peacock and all the other colours of the sea, to the burbling blues and whites in the streams? Orange, a colour to paint into a gorgeous sunset, or to represent oranges, that wonderful fruit that is sweet and tangy, with the slight sting on your lips, like life defined from a tree? All of these are possible colours.

And even then, colours show many emotions. Green could be envy or a love for nature. Red could be for hate, it’s true, but what about all the wonderful things it colours? If we lived in a world with red as hate, roses, tomatoes, part of the classic Christmas colours would be hateful. Christmas hateful! Holly berries evil! Red is not the colour of hate. Blood can be spilled red, but red can also be attributed to cranberry juice, and sometimes wine, and strawberries. Are these not good?

Let us take on blue again. It means sad, yes? This is what humanity defines it as. But then, is the world sad? Does the sea mourn, is it salty because it wishes for better? Is the sky upset? Blueberries—do they taste of tears? Do running rivers flow to get away from something? No! They can all be sad, or vengeful (take tsunamis and thunderstorms) or happy, like a cheerful, bubbling brook in the day, or peacful, like a calm sea at susnet. They can be sweet, with the example of blueberries—perhaps picked on a summer day with a loved one, piled into wooden baskets and jostled around as you dash laughing out of the brambles, joyful words springing from your mouth as you enjoy your prize, warmed by the sun, on the grass.

Have I given enough examples? I ask you again— is it simply that one colour means one thing? Or are our colours more than meets the eye, like us? Am I going off on a tangent, rambling on and on and personifying everything, or am I onto something? I am open to debate. But it is my opinion that not even colours should be stuffed into human’s neat little boxes. One thing I cannot stand is boundaries. They say do one thing, but I wish to do the other. I am a girl, but I hate dolls, dresses, pink— but I love sports and have a weird addiction to balls. Are all these boundaries really healthy? Or are they nessesary, to keep everyone in their neat little boxes?

So back to the prompt— what are the colours of anyone’s soul? Everyone feels different things at all times. Everyone is sad, happy, angry, jealous, tranquil, excited, inspired…a whole mash of different colours. And though some think that a mash of those colours would be brown. But you know what colours are before they are colours? When they are rays of light still, zooming to earth as a ray from the sun? White, my friends. White.

So _that, _I have decided, is the colour of someone’s soul.

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Got a little carried away, LOL 😂. Guess I was in the poetic mood. In any case, thanks for reading and I hope you liked it!