I sat there, my eyes closing in search of the little dots that appear after seeing light. Blue. Red. Yellow. I kept them closed, yearning for the colors to be infinite, dreading the moment my eyes would open to the sterile environment.

Lack of color is something that I can’t stand. That may explain my fear of white-roomed hospitals. Color is a world of absolute wonder for me. I even had purple hair once, and I kind of miss it. It expressed, well, my love of the gorgeous plum purple of fruit.

Expression is something that many people fight for, and in many different ways. Some express their feelings in the way they dress, and others find there expression in hidden diaries shoved behind soft pillows. I find my expression in the beauty of color.

Color is an interesting thing. You can physically hold a crayon. But you cannot physically touch color; it’s a reflection of light. Scientifically, we all see colors differently. What you may see as red may seem to be a shade of blue to another. Strange, right?

If there is one thing that doesn’t worry me about colors, it’s that you can share without problems. Everyone can use the purple crayon. Anyone can like the color purple, and any shade at that. With as many shades as there are, everyone can have their own color.

Color is everywhere. In the glorious sky, on the glistening scales of fish, in our eyes, and in the smallest cells of, well, everything. Many people have a favorite color, and others love a variety of colors, like a rainbow. Colors can represent emotions, such as red is commonly associated with anger, and blue with melancholy. Color isn’t just something that can be seen. Color is an expression, a feeling.