Colors

Do colors change?
     shifting
          sliding
               insinuating something more?
My door seems more brown,
     as if honest
          validating
               seen for the first time.
Light pierces the bluish window.
     It pushes
          shoves
               clings to its yellow-whiteness.
Flames consume behind my eyelids
     flushing raindrops
          cascading
               fuming my gasps with iridescence.
And me... What color am I?
     burning
          shuttered
               clinging to something known.