Yellow: Embracing The Strange

I have never liked the color yellow. It is bright and unnecessary, almost. Happiness all bottled up in a color and sent all over the world. It is a lie. The world is not happy. The world is dark and gloomy. The world is full of liars and thieves. The world is not yellow.

Yellow shows brightness. A brightness settles over each morning and leaves with each dark starry night sky. But the ugly color is still there in the stars, giving a false hope to humanity. Acting like cling wrap and making one think it will not stick to itself. Yellow is a wrong.

Why is yellow seen as bright like how a piece of fruit from a bowl is automatically seen as sweet?

Yellow is a treasure map allowing hope for the treasure to vanish with age as the 'X' lies ten paces east.

The natural places yellow lies:

1. In the sun
2. On a flower
3. In a fall leaf

The unnatural places yellow lies:

1. Eyes
2. Shoes
3. Nails
4. Tables (have you seen a yellow table because I haven't)

Rollerblading past a forest full of trees with yellowing leaves. It almost frightens me.

Yellow is a dangerous thing so that if it was a person one would stay away. Yellow is a liar, a crook, a pervert. Yellow is the man in a hat and a trench coat with shiny shoes in the rain that could be harmless but an evil emanates from him.

On my resume for my job if I were to put the color yellow it would be, to me, like putting down professional alcoholic or junkie. Yellow reminds me of failure.

Yellow is the monster in my nightmares. It chases and grabs.

Yellow is cancer and famine. Liver failure and fever.

It
is
evil.