Colors

Rot
By : Tea

It’s Farfie speaking.

I heard someone say that all was illusion in the face of reality.

But what is reality, what is real?

I once knew, once had a Reality, but not anymore.

I had my Reality torn away, torn from me, making me bleed.

I hurt, so they hurt.

They bled.

I remember the red, so many shades.

Flowing from everywhere like tears.

Tears from angels; on high in Heaven, or Fallen into Hell.

Who is to say?

Not I, I don’t care.

Reality like ‘Truth’ and ‘Beauty’ is in the ‘Eye of the Beholder’.

So I search for my own Truths, find my own Beauty, carve out my own Reality.

A reality carved in red, from red.

Red is True, blood is life.

With my ‘Eye’ I tried to see what others saw, the Truths they held so tightly.

But they too turned into illusions, into lies, crumbling beneath my Reality, my Truth.

Everyone, someone said that I was a madman.

That was their Truth that they clung to.

To keep the Nightmares at bay.

To keep them safe in bed, to hide away from even scarier Truths.

My Truth.

I can see you hiding, from the world, from Reality, and I understand why.

Sometimes you make me want to hide with you, to escape from even my own Truth.

To make a new Reality with you.

My Truth…

I am sane.