17/1/2018, 06:51 pm
Red is a beautiful color. I know it is, but when I see it all I can think of is blood.
Blood pouring out, covering the plain floor and staining a lover's clothes.
That's what comes to my mind when I hear the word 'red'.
But I still like to paint my nails bloody red and color my lips wine red. And every time I see my nails or catch sight of my reflection, the vision I described up there would pop into my mind and I think I smile.
That lover would sure as hell be broken.
I think I'm going crazy.
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One Last Miracle
Short StoryDying. That's how she is. Dying. -- Miracles happen and one of them is the desire to write her thoughts in a worn out copybook. So she does and she hopes when she's gone, anyone would find it. That's the only way to ensure she won't be forgotten.
