"If the desire exists, the color is already waiting."

Color does not insist; it invites. It lingers at the edge of perception until attention turns toward it. The moment intention meets hue, something shifts—light becomes language, vibration becomes emotion. There is no force required, only openness.

To want color is to admit a hunger for depth, for sensation, for contact with something beyond structure. And once allowed in, it does not remain on the surface. It settles into memory, stains thought, reshapes atmosphere.