Ah yes, now I see the intriguing gaze in you, that intense stare you are giving me. Come now, sit down, I will inform you on how the most horrific childhood granted me capacity to make dreams come true.
If my life were a canvas it would be red. Nothing more. No fancy art. Just red. Red is a horrific color, yet all the while it can be quite a happy one. Blood is red, fire is red. Destruction. Death. Yet hearts are red, and my clothes, they are red. Mercy. Memories. Quite the contrast I might say. A childhood full of darkness and difficulty; despair. Now I am merry and motivated; magical.
The coals glowed a dim white and red on the gray dismal street corner. My pale face blackened like that of a coal miner's after a days work. My tar and soot covered body burned in agony from the biting wind as the dimming fire failed to warm yet a tip of a finger. I began to wander off in my mind, an attempt to ignore my mortal pains. In spite of a powerless effort, my mind declined me any peace; for as I escaped the physical battering, I entered into a mental torture.
If my life were a canvas it would be red. Nothing more. No fancy art. Just red. Red is a horrific color, yet all the while it can be quite a happy one. Blood is red, fire is red. Destruction. Death. Yet hearts are red, and my clothes, they are red. Mercy. Memories. Quite the contrast I might say. A childhood full of darkness and difficulty; despair. Now I am merry and motivated; magical.
The coals glowed a dim white and red on the gray dismal street corner. My pale face blackened like that of a coal miner's after a days work. My tar and soot covered body burned in agony from the biting wind as the dimming fire failed to warm yet a tip of a finger. I began to wander off in my mind, an attempt to ignore my mortal pains. In spite of a powerless effort, my mind declined me any peace; for as I escaped the physical battering, I entered into a mental torture.
Okay people... Not sure how I'm feeling about this, I'm sure you can see where it's going.
I'm still working on it, but I don't know if I want to make it blog worthy.
If you want me to, just comment below.
And yes "In spite of a powerless effort" is intended to be a little ironic. I like how it sounds. It seems to add hope to hopelessness.
And yes "In spite of a powerless effort" is intended to be a little ironic. I like how it sounds. It seems to add hope to hopelessness.
1 comments:
I think you mostly defined the color red.
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