Colors of the Rainbow

The color of my favorite jacket.

You wear your jacket with comfort, contentment, relaxation. Most importantly, you wear the jacket that brought you fond memories of times lost in the spacial universe. Those lost memories haunt you, they comfort you, they abuse your mind, they light you up and make your heart spring with joy. Your dearest friend recalls such memories and takes their time with you cherishingly. They never ignore you on purpose, they never put you on edge. They only comfort and seek to make you smile. Why haven't you fallen in love? The gods would know, however, you wouldn't. Why do you take such people and hold them at simply a friendship when they really are so deeply aroused in your relationship with them that they want you terribly.

Your life has revolved around series' of more wrongs than rights. You find yourself being ridiculed for things that you don't feel are worth the time to look over. You spend your nights crying and contemplating why you go through this. Why is the stress so exceptionally difficult at such a terrible time?

The jacket sits on your chair, your eyes wander towards it and you immediately snatch it. Looking at the jacket carefully, you put it on. It's warmth surges through you and you suddenly feel safe, like nothing could ever harm you for eternity. You're so shy and desperate for this warmth, so you grip the jacket tighter.

This warmth.

Like a soothing fire.