I am the color of fire, I burn tall and bright if I’m allowed to breathe, if you feed me, I will keep you warm throughout the night, I will light your way, show you that there is no darkness that I can’t overcome and those in my surroundings shall never fear the shadows.

I am the color of blood, the essence of life, the liquid that runs through you, that can give you strength, makes you live, not by oxygen but with words I run to touch your heart and make you thrive.

I am the color of passion and love. Even the God of love took me. Oh love… how much I loved. So dramatically, so platonically, so desperately… that I have fell, literally to my knees, to a point of crying for help. I have written a thousand words to show how passionate you made me feel, how much I wanted to do, to be with you, how tenderly I thought of you and it is all here, spilled in all of these countless bits and pieces, you pulled the best out of me, it just was not enough to make up for the past… I lost my sense and I cannot write about you anymore. So, there is a war that took my pigment since I had to battle my heart and soul to rip that passion and need apart from me. With that, then I got lost in my thoughts, and so emotionally deprived I had become the color of sacrifice and lose it all and learn to deal with it. You will run and I will let you because there is no one who can see me like that, so raw, so desperate, never again… I will not let it happen…

Lately I have grown fond of writing and inspiration just flows through me, maybe because of this fight between me and Karma as we keep going at each other’s thoughts and desires. I am starting to believe that I cannot win this fight. But I still want to breathe the same air that surrounds you and live in your colorful imagination… ❤