Fatigué ➳ jjk+kth

xvi

For once I want a different picture in my life
That I want to draw, a canvas dream
- Daydream

red.

it's a beautiful colour.

almost as beautiful as you.

once again it's paint the walls of the tiny bathroom.

the rusted metal of the razor specks with crimson, the colour dry against it, stubborn even to the water.

scars.

some small. some great. some deep.

they range from depth and size.

it doesn't make a difference however.

for scars are tattoos with better stories.

cruel they may be.

and they varnish my arms. my legs. my stomach.

anywhere. everywhere.

hidden though.

hidden from the prying eyes of others. disclosed from the world of black. of grey.

my hair as well has joined the misery of my soulless mind.

a cherry ripe, vibrant against the mob of black and brown.

do you like it?

it's foolish to ask.

you never liked anything having to do with me.

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any tears yet? And can I say I rly miss Tae's red hair >.<