thought of the day: colours of the mind

If our minds were a thing you could see embodied in colour, they would be foregrounded by the movement of a restless, messy sea of blues and reds; the bruised and busy tones of turmoil. But if you look beyond it, you would see an eternal sky. Of our subconscious, quietly observing in the background, I see a kind of endless sunset that never changes. A sky that's always aflame with hues of burnt orange, shot through with a light bulb yellow glow.