I never took the time to wonder about my favorite color. Now that I'm thinking about it I can't help but wonder why I like it so much. Red. The color of a burning flame. A color that is both angry and excitable. The color that fills our veins. The color that is associated with the deepest feelings of our soul. Maybe I feel like it represents me. In a way I'm unpredictable. Like fire. I simultaneously destroy myself to create something more important and beautiful than me. Maybe that's why. To me it's the color of the things I keep locked up. A color to represent my self-destructive tendency and my effect on other people. I destroy me so they can have something a little more in life.
