Sometimes, life is too chaotic.

Too disorganized.

Too painful.

That is when I try to count my colors.

Set everything right again.

The spectrum I see around me outside of the black.

So recount with me just this one time.

Red: The gloss of a ladybug’s shell.

Orange: The California poppy that sways outside my window.

Yellow: Pastoral sunflower painting used to brighten up a corner.

Green: A wide variety of plants to bring life where I need it.

Blue: The color of the world just before night comes.

Purple: The flower I kept in a bowl of water after receiving it with my sushi.

White: The unblinking glare of the surgical light before it all fades to oblivion