Indigo Blue Raw Jagged Edges. At first it's nauseating olive green and screaming orange, alternating with apathy grey and suicidal black. The green is wavy and seasick. Orange is spiky. Grey is like an foggily endless plateau. The black is like a hole waiting for me, like a gaping mouth ready to swallow me up if I stumble into it, reeling like a drunk. Bursts of hope flare hot pink and then subside into the harsh and wan yellow glare of reality.

When those subside comes the indigo and darkness black. The bleakness grey stays. Other colors mean nothing.

After a time, a long time, in fact- they merge and coalesce and the view clears. It hovers inside like a small but omnipresent cloud.