It was just a thought, definitely not a colored one. Do thoughts really have colors? Does anyone really care about the colors of thought? For me, colors of the thoughts hardly mattered, as long as they are just thoughts with no shades of reality.
#1. I live in a house surrounded by big fence. A ferocious dog guards the gate who barks and bites anyone who dares to intrude through the gate.
No wonder he bit you too and scared you away. Your fault that you didn’t realize, the dog stays within me, he is just part of my soul.