Analysis of warm colors

When I close my eyes, I immediately see yours staring back at me.
Warm and brown and not unordinary, yet I could get lost in them as if directions nor time had never even tried to exist.
I see the dark circles that reside right under them, the ones that tell the stories of nights so restless they need to be made up for by sleeping in class.
The way you hug your knee, the sleeves that are always pulled over your hands, the hood over your head. Like it makes you feel safe. Warm, almost.
The small smiles and gestures, the voice that sends a shock down my body.
When I see you, I see warm. I see a hill and a fading sunset. I hear your laughter, feel the soft breeze, your arms around me. They feel warm. I am warm.
When I close my eyes, amber and gold and deep orange flood my mind. Just like that sunset. Rich and pastel, intertwining to create such a divine color that it could only be described as you.
I somehow cannot stay away, wanting to taste a bit of that warmth.
Craving just a sliver of sunlight.
So pure that it could never get close to me, the cold and cruel reality.
The reality that is the numbing vacancy in your eyes when you see me.