How about a massacre of colors in your damaged limited imagination?
Would you shake that gentle head and mock the red, the green, deep blue and black as they pass fresh after last?
Without a doubt you’d skip the lavish to be seen and in the simple blank and clean you would seek refuge.
White evokes no fear, no greed, no anguish. With it you thrive.

Yeats "The Mask"

"Put off that mask of burning gold

With emerald eyes."

"O no, my dear, you make so bold

To find if hearts be wild and wise,

And yet not cold."

"I would but find what's there to find,

Love or deceit."

"It was the mask engaged your mind,

And after set your heart to beat,

Not what's behind."

"But lest you are my enemy,

I must enquire."

"O no, my dear, let all that be;

What matter, so there is but fire

In you, in me?"

D. H. Lawrence "To women as far as I'm concerned"

The feelings I don't have I don't have.

The feeling I don't have, I won't say I have.

The feelings you say you have, you don't have.

The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.

The feelings people ought to have, they never have.

If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them.

So if you want either of us to feel anything at all

You'd better abandon all ideas of feelings altogether.