Anger is the burnt orange embers of a burning paper, crinkling into crumbling ashes.
Sadness is the soft paleness of a grey dove feather floating upon a puddle of water, smooth but alone
Despair is the too inky midnight, vivid violets subjugated by light devouring swirls of ink, bleeding every which way they drip.
Happiness is clear blue of a sunny day, with wispy clouds and teasing breezes, sprinkled with light laughter
Calm is the foamy teal of the sea beside the shore, rippling back and forth, drawn by the inconsistent moon and its pull
Elation is a spunky yellow, a miniture sun bouncing off the walls Love is a sea of red, cool red and orange red, blood red and cherry red, passionate but soft but sharp but sweet yet bitter
Desperation is the racing dark gray, stumbling in exhaustion yet running despite the chilled burn in its lungs
Depression is the icy blue violet, all cold and chill, misty and heavy, a shroud of ice settling, all sharp teeth seek