Color the world red, they said.
I never got to understand the meaning they want to paint nor understand the depth of the
madness they tried to explain with that phrase. But as I grew older, the more I realized how that
phrase could portray danger to anyone who could actually do it.
Color the world red, they said.
It tempted me once in a while, to actually color the world red and see what it would look like. To cut a line in my skin and see how the blood would kiss the floor or how beautiful it would be for the stains to form something in a cloth.
Color the world red, they said.
I wondered once, what would it look like if I will jump in the cliff and color the water red. I imagined then, how the red would slowly dominate the greens of the water and if I would float in the middle while life will slowly leave my weakening body and if will I ever get a chance to see
how the red would color me.
Color the world red, they said and I wondered if this could be madness? A madness for one's
self and how far can this want go?
Color the world red, they said, and I wonder, can I color the sky red as well?
