I have never been much of one for art and the like and never considered myself particularly talented when it comes to it , but i do enjoy turning a phrase or two and have been known to scribble down the odd note of brilliance.
I know that red in all its glory is supposed to represent passion and love and anger and a few other things but to me, it doesn't really do love justice. Its bright and vibrant and you can see it from a long way off but it doesn't seem.. big enough. It doesn't really seem to encompass love. I think that's why i see it as blue. Not sadness, not the colour of the ocean, or eyes or anything remotely that cheesy, but infinity. Those days where the sky is clear, and not just clear but radiant, where it hurts just a little to look up. Science will tell you that's just the light hurting your eyes but i don't think so. I think that's our brain trying to register just how much is up there, and exactly what all that means to us. That's where love sits with me. Its not some bright little colour in the corner of my mind, it is infinity, it is a never ending nothingness that means everything to us. It is border less, and omnipotent, when you find the sky you aren't looking into space, really you are looking into everything, a world of possibilities, of a billion places to go, and a million emotions to feel. So no, I don't think red should be the colour of love. I think it should be the never ending sea of blue i feel in my chest each time my eyes find yours.
That may not have started as well as i would have liked but it damn sure finished the way i wanted it to. I'm sorry its been so long, but I'm sure soon enough you will be hearing more from me. Goodnight all, until the next time.
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