1:32 p.m. - 2007-11-14
Red is the color of loss
Silent, trying so hard to keep this serenity inside my mouth for as long as I can. Obviously I've failed miserably. I feel everything slipping from under me and all over again, I'm losing everything. I hate to admit this, but I think that I am split in half (unevenly).

The black never consumes the white, nor does the white outshine the dark; just a constant decaying grey. The only time life seems to flourish, when color splendors through; is when I dig in deep inside of myself and pull the red out--only then is there color in my grey sky.