Black is mysterious,
stunning.
The taste of black is licorice
black,
a good bad,
an acquired taste.
The sound of black is silence,
universal void.
The feel of black is emptyness,
universal void.
Black is introverted
power.
Seen from afar,
feared and admired.
Enigma.
Brown is basic,
mud.
The taste of brown is chocolate
unsweetened.
The sound of brown is falling
with a thud.
The feel of brown is leather
affected by the rain.
Brown is not bad
just blah.
Inconspicuous,
there.
Complimenting,
not insulting,
detracting.
Rainbows are joyful, colouring the sky after a storm, and bringing the promise of a pot of gold at their metaphorical end. Rainbows represent pride and diversity, and unity within that diversity. Yet rainbows are also chaotic, with everything happening all at once. So much colour can be overwhelming and seem unfocused.
If you wear all the colours of the spectrum at once you’ll appear juvenile at best, unhinged at worst. Yet it can still be done artfully, though certainly one must maintain a playful spirit. A striped sweater is the obvious, safe choice, and rainbow suspenders can add panache to an otherwise monochromatic outfit, but why not take it a step further and bring in something more bold? Because you won’t be taken seriously, that’s why. And there’s nothing more important than the opinions of other people.
