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How would u describe this sky?

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I counted the days to my 18th birthday. The coming of age. I'll no longer be a child. I will be a super. Just like everyone else.

Thats one thing i always wanted to be, normal. But with a name like Hugo it hasnt always been the case. Not that my life is terrible. Its pretty good, but its not how I pictured myself.

I always wanted to be that outspoken, clever, suave, and powerful gentleman. And while I consider myself very clever, Im not suave, or powerful. And Im definitely NOT outspoken, or outgoing, or extroverted, in any way. Im not even an ambrovert. I am 110% the introverted kid who sits in the front of class, gets good marks, and does not speak.

I dont have social anxiety, but i am self conscious that people will think Im a huge know-it-all. Which im not. Most people are just idiots that absorb as much knowledge as a rock absorbs water. But its my senior year of high school and I turn 18 in no more than 3 days. Then i will undergo the power ceremony, and gain my power for life as well as my adulthood. -The Gray

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Sensing Color

Red

To me red is a color of heated emotions. Its a color of rage and hatred but also passion and power. Red tastes bitter like raspberries and strawberries or the blood after u bite ur lip. Red feels warm but not uncomfortable. Because were so desensitized that the heat doesnt bug us anymore. Red simmers and boils with fervor in our veins. Red smells sickly sweet yet spicy. Theres a distinct acidity to it. Like taco soup. Red smells of sweat and iron. Red is the color u think of when u look into someones eyes straight on. And dont look away. When u hold the gaze and can feel the tension but ur frozen to the spot. Its the color u think of when u feel the need for revenge. When u have that fire of ambition burning inside of u that will not be extinguished. As a personality red doesnt do things half way. Its either done right or u scrap it and do it again. Red is the color of love. When u look at a person and realize God loves them for who they are and u should too.

Yellow

Yellow is a color of good things. It tastes of buttered popcorn, banana laffy-taffy, and pinapple soda. It smells of fresh citrus or lemonade. The texture of yellow would be a colouge of bumps, ridges, zig-zags, and specks of glitter. As a personality yellow is definately playful. Its to color associated to people full of laughter. Yellow is the color of that joke u rememberd at a weird time and had to contain your laughter. But u failed miserably and everyone thought u were weird. Yellow is the color of grand memories from long ago. Memories u can think of and subtly smile to yourself. Yellow is careless and free. Like a canary. Yellow would be the color to fly.

Blue

In my mind blue stands for a lot of things. Its a color of intellect, and calm serenity, but also saddness and silent weeping. It tastes salty like the ocean. It burns ur nose and u cant spit it out fast enough. Its either still and lapping lucidly or a tidal wave crashing into u with no hope of escape. It will swallow u whole. But it feels so refreshing. After a day in the sweltering heat to get into slightly nippy liquid that cradles ur every curve and caresses ur crevese is oddly calming. Like being swaddled. The weight of it pushing down on ur chest, making it difficult to breathe. It might suffocate u if u let it. But we dont. We get up, we get out.