Light blue is a soft coldness.  If you dipped your fingers in light blue, they would freeze and become brittle.  Then when you reached for someone, they'd crumble and blow away in the wind and you'd be left with blue tinted stubs at the ends of your arms.  You'd stare at them and it wouldn't register in your head.  You wouldn't understand why blue did that to you, it wasn't suppose to hurt you like that.

Green is natural.  If you dipped your fingers in green, they would wrap around poles and people and trees and buildings alike like vines.  They'd keep growing and twisting around things.  Green makes you notice the world around you.  Green is a feeling of touching everything in the world, wrapping your fingers around each object and tracing its outline.

Dark blue is a deep stain on you from your childhood.  It is the color in anyone searching for explanations.  Dark blue is a stain on your white shirt.  It stands out like a label.  Then it fades.  Like you favorite pair of jeans, dark blue fade when you wash it.  It never stays dark blue, it's temporary.

Purple is an awaking of old memories.  If you dipped your fingers in purple, it would make you cry.  Purple crawls up your skin and makes your memories bubble up to tell you, "Forget me not!"  If our tears were colored instead of clear, they would be purple.  Purple is your tears.

Yellow is a fear.  Yellow seems dangerous and threatens to burn you, make you afraid to dip your fingers in it.  When you do though, you find it isn't hot.  It's like pleasantly warm water.  Only you can't stay like that forever, even though you want to.  Yellow is too bright and hurts your eyes.  Dipping your fingers in yellow is facing your fears.

Orange is unnatural.  Its vividness makes you squirm.  It's an uncomfortable feeling, like when you fall into an awkward silence with someone.  Orange is an awkward silence.  You don't want to dip your fingers in orange.  Unless you're orange yourself.  When you're a sore thumb and you stick out, there's no problem with unnatural orange.  Orange is anything that sticks out in a crowd.

Red is rough.  You can't dip you fingers in red but you can run your hands over its jagged edges to cut up your palms and stain them a red that will fade to brown.  Red is screaming.  It's screaming your throat raw.  It's crying in anger or frustration as opposed to sorrow.  Red is the side of a rocky cliff.  It is scratches.  It's a rose, a rose has thorns.  Red is a disguise for guile.

White is a brightness.  White blinds you.  White hot rage, fresh snow on a sunny day in the mountains.  White takes every problem away.  It is the absence of color.  White is not filled with anything and yet, it's not quite empty.  White is contentment.

Gray is empty.  It has nothing to give.  It receives nothing in return.  Gray is lonely.  Gray is klutzy because it is absentminded Gray is plain.  If you dipped your fingers in gray, they would fade out and disappear from sight.  They would still be there but they would be invisible.  Gray is passed over by your eyes.  You would try to make your gray fingers grip a pen and they would not.  Gray is too depressed to listen.  They'd tune you out.