Seeing Red


Some things don’t require explanations. You don’t need to ask questions when you’ve got the answers. 

And now that it’s dawned on me, I keep seeing red. Red lights, red lips and red hues. Everything is red and I’m choking on it. The danger was always there and yet, the peril was so attractive. Why did it seem so right when it was so clearly wrong? I don’t think I ever once saw a green light but I was so intent on believing there was one, that reality became one big, distorted delusion. The colours became just that bit more vivid to mask the shards that accumulated in darkness.

What’s funny is, it’s not about forgiving you anymore. It’s about forgiving myself for allowing it to happen.



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