When I think yellow I think awakening.
Perfect silence broken by an uninvited eruption of light,
flooding my mind so quickly it hurts.
The sound of disruption.
The sound of the lights as I sit silently in detention, under their unrelenting power;
taunting me, reminding me of where I am, and where I should be.
The color of the voice inside my head,
reminding me I'm not living up to my full potential.
The color of rudeness.
The color of reality.
