Red is a color often used to describe anger but, personally, i'm much more partial to purple. The perfect mix of Red and Blue, Sadness and Anger.
When I am angry tears tend to follow. They are not
pretty tears. There is mascara running and snot fighting to escape my nose. There are so many tears that I could use them to fill a bathtub which I could then, theoretically, drown myself in or scrub my skin clean of the imperfections I just know everyone can see.
I love the idea of the night sky. Small points of light surrounded by vast Darkness. It gives me hope that no matter how seemingly small and far away the light in my life is, it is still visible.
When I lived in the countryside where the only thing for miles was cow pastures, I took my Purple out on the stars. I had a real loud way of asking why the Overwhelming Darkness wouldnt let the stars shine brighter. The only thing I found out was that if you scream at the stars enough, your throat becomes numb. You can’t feel the anguish anymore, but you always know its there.
