What color is your current state of mind?

My mind is as dark as the abyss, illuminated by a scented candle. My mind has highlighters but only uses them in textbook cases of mental disorder. My mind is electric blue racing through the molecules of a black waterbaloon, ever expanding so that the many-colored stars upon its surface move continually away from one another. My mind is the colour of evolution: colours we can not yet see because our eyes have not mutated, and the pigments do not yet capture that aspect of our sun's rays.

More over, I am the colour of a series of rose petals leading into the attic, and a warm beam of sunlight captured in the movement of dust disturbed from the memory boxes of dead versions of myself. I am a colouring book from when I was four, and though I did not colour inside the lines it was only a year later that my child psychologist abandonned seeing me because apparently I played 'mind games' with him. At five? Give me a fucking break.

I am red, and white, with a maple leaf in the middle, and I spell colour like the rest of the world. Maybe you should be the colour of the rest of the world: we're waiting for you, and we are a clean white sheet that leads to heaven.