White is not the color of freedom

It's the intense color of lights shined in your eyes.

Having so many glaring beams pointed towards you, 

Knowing that when your fully illuminated everyone will see

everything, you try so desperately to hide.

It's an entirely overwhelming culmination of every other color.

It contains all other shade yet lacks all of their beauty, 

Erasing it all till only white remains

It's the feeling of being in a doctor's office,

Waiting for them to poke and prod you.

Somehow the walls look both sterile and dirty.

The fluorescent lights vaguely flickering above you,

The incessant buzzing drilled into your ears.

I close my eyes and there I find the true color of freedom.

The black void behind all of the world,

Visible to only me,

a small world where I can think of anything and everything.

It's the color of pure unbridled silence,

The absence of any outside stimulation.

No voices, No colors, No feeling

The only thing that makes me feel truly alone.

It's the endless expanse of space,

The beautiful endless oblivion right above us.

Sprinkled with small dots of white and clouds of purple and red.

I wonder if the stars feel the freedom I so desperately crave.