A Guide to the Colourblind

TO PEOPLE OF MONOCHROME, WITH LOVE

 
Yellow

It’s the colour of the 4th sheet of my gratitude journal - it’s on that page that I wrote of friends all things that make me happy. So you feel yellow when your heart is hugging you. Yellow is the colour of my kitchen cabinets. It’s where every day, love is cooked by warmth, 4 times. Each morning when the yellow sun's rays fall into my kitchen from the widows, it is at this exact spot between my washing machine and drying rack where you'll find me taking pictures of objects in my house as though if given a chance I could make a career in product photography. So you feel yellow when you’re all warm inside and all smiling outside. Yellow is how the heart feels when madly in love.

Blue

Blue is quite a colour. It’s the colour of my swimming pool. They might tell you that you’ll feel blue as you lazily float in it. You see, blue is the colour of calm. It’s the colour of my dog’s collar. You should get a dog. If God had not used up all his blue paint for the sky, he would have painted the dogs blue too. So when you know that you can always trust them to bring the stick back no matter how far you throw it, know that they’re blue. But the trick is that blue, my friend, is also the colour you feel when your insides are coiled up together haphazardly. It’s the colour you feel when even lifting an arm feels heavy. Blue is the colour when nothing seems lively anymore. So, sir, I suggest, choose your blue wise. for it is a mirror to the depths of your soul. Embrace its complexities, its contradictions, and its quiet beauty.

Green

Green is the essence of life, a symphony of renewal and vitality that dances through the world around us. It's the colour of the lush canopy above, where sunlight filters through emerald leaves and paints the forest floor in dappled shadows. Green is the breath of spring, a gentle whisper that stirs the earth from its slumber and brings forth a tapestry of blossoms and buds. In my realm, green is the scent of freshly cut grass, lingering in the air like a promise of new beginnings. It's the taste of crisp apples plucked straight from the tree, their verdant skin bursting with sweetness. Green is the feeling of soft moss beneath my fingertips, a soothing caress that grounds me to the earth and connects me to the rhythm of nature. But green is more than just a colour— it's college, it's a life lived well, it's a state of mind, a sanctuary for the weary soul. It's the solace I find in the quiet embrace of the wilderness, where the chaos of the world fades away and all that remains is the gentle hum of life unfolding. Green is the colour of hope, of possibility, of endless growth and transformation. Green is the colour of delusions of reality.

Red

It's the colour of the 4th sheet in my journal of memories, where I spill out the remnants of faded dreams and lost hopes. Red suffuses my spirit, but it's not with the fervour of ambition; rather, it's a dull ache that lingers like a scar on my soul. Red is the colour of my bedroom walls, where echoes of intimacy linger like ghosts of what once was. Each night, as the sombre glow of dusk seeps through my window, casting shadows of loneliness across my room, I find myself submerged in a sea of regret and longing. It's in this crimson space, amidst the haunting whispers of what could have been, that I feel the weight of unfulfilled desires pressing down on my chest. So you feel red when your soul is engulfed in sorrow, and every beat of your heart reverberates with the echoes of shattered dreams. Red is the colour of love's fading ember, where passion once burned bright but now lies extinguished in the ashes of time.