sadness has a warm color in my head. it feels like an old friend.
it makes me feel human, whole, yet empty.
it makes me write.
I get nothing but happiness, and then I poured the rest into what we used to be. white sheets.
I can only see ink, red. I used to write all in black, and dress in blue from head to toe. but my cat doesn’t let me dress black again.
I write blue now, and dress red.
am I bleeding out? because I feel I’m going numb each second, and when I see you, everything feels like a waterfall.
will it be red