Red. An endless red...

I can feel the wind blowing on my face....the sweet scent of spring...in the midst of the white snow.The silence....the pure innocence of it all....drowned in the eternality of the soft pulsating hymm of faraway spring...

Droplets of red quivered and trembled on my fingers, before reluctantly falling down into the white snow, into its cold embrace....savouring all the pureness of what it could never become....staining the flawless white....contaminating it...taint...pollute...spoil...adulterate...tarnish...CORRUPT....

Red...the colour that runs through my veins... so deceiving and yet....so....comforting. The mesmerising smell of fresh blood....a world stained with red. A world of chaos and endless sorrow....entangled in webs of deceit...pain...bitter memories...set adrift on the foreign sea...reaching out...to grasp for the familiarity, for something I could identify with....

RED. Blood red. The unseen horizon, of blood red....