I used to be afraid of red, jumping when it flashed before my eyes, shuddering when I saw someone wearing a devilish dress. But as I stare at my red nail polish I think to myself, what if I'm fearing the wrong thing. What if passion and pain are things we need to survive. What if expressing anger and embracing your hate is a form of self expression and makes you stronger? Makes you grow into a better person? I've been crossing certain lines and breaking different barriers lately. What if these aren't boundaries to keep us in, but obstacles that we are to tear down and overcome?
I really do look nice in red.
With nail polish almost as dark as the life force running through my veins I try to embrace this new line of vision. It is... strengthening. It feels good. Theres a new light to my sight and I am enjoying every second of it. With skyscrapers in my way to destroy, what is there to stop me from trying to achieve my goals? Anything I've ever wanted. It's animating. It's invigorating. It's, enlightening. I feel empowered and that's important. In fact, it may just be the only thing that matters.
I used to stay on the cool blue side, staying safe from danger and harm. But now, I'm walking through the danger zone, pushing my limits and experimenting with new red-velvet chemicals.
And you know what?
It feels good.
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