White is the empty space in my brain, the place i go when i'm insane.

White is that light, fluffy cloud, that place that's nice and loud.

White is a place high up, the place i go to catch up.

White is a place i go to lay down, that place up there with a little town. 

White tastes like cotton candy with no color, 

White smells like the fresh soup for a cold day's supper. 

White sounds like music with no words, 

White feels like spring with no birds.

White looks like a plain piece of paper, 

White makes me feel like the last day in winter.

White is the starting point of every rainbow.