There are many colours. Too many to name or count. In fact think of life as a painting bursting at the seams with every possible allusion, dream, setting
theme
colour
shadow
light
white space
It’s all there
We just have to crawl into the place which seems to fit us each right. Live as a drop of paint on a canvas. We can’t all be yellow, green. Purple. Blue.
white space
but You might Be.
