Yellow

An aura resembling the warm embrace of the sun,

brings a sense of comfort to those who may need it.

It is the lens which those who look through,

see the world in a positively altered state.

Yellow, has been the favorite color to those closest to me.

Yellow has been

Drug addiction,

Alcoholism,

Suicide.

Why do we perceive yellow as such a happy color?

Is it because that's what we want it to bring to us?

A sense of control in a life run by the next dose,

the feeling of warmth that can only be recognized as the burning sensation of shot down your throat,

or is it what you see,

what you want to see,

when you wake up somewhere else,

ANYWHERE ELSE

but here.

Yellow, is the color of relief.

What we all want,

what we all need,

it is the freeing of the soul into a dimension where life went right for people,

where you could come home without knowing you no longer belong there.

It's a hug from your mother;

The same mother who broke down into tears when she found you laying there,

Not breathing,

Not moving,

Practically gone.

The same mother who held your hand as you slowly woke up,

And you realized you were unsuccessful in your attempt,

Still breathing.

Yellow, is replacing the happiness that should be there, but can no longer.

It is the permanently broken dopamine receptors from constant use of hallucinogens,

The color of the sobriety tokens never received because you couldn't come to muster up enough power inside of you to say,

no.

If yellow must be your release, so be it.

Because even if yellow is the only family you have,

The only drug money you have,

The only hope you have, hold onto it.

Yellow is powerful.