Journal 1

Sir you may be blind, never encountered the color spectrum of the world, but no doubt you need not sight to see the color red. Red is in our bodies, it is the organs that keep our mechanics going and our blood that never stops, flowing. It is the smell of apples and strawberries, sweet and smooth. The taste of this color makes a child's mouth wet with desire as the fruit did to Adam and Eve. It is the color of alertness and danger, warning us of harm. Red is the color of anger and passion. The love we have for ourselves and others. The anger and pain of consequences and foolish mistakes. Both melted together in betrayel, like salt to an open wound. Red is the anguish of a child taken from his mother and handed a gun, sent to fight in a battle that is not theirs to fight. The murder of their youth. It is the color behind the eyes of a soul who watched their father beat their mother down, or watched with such heartache as their mother put on nothing under her coat for her turn on the streets, a creature of the night seducing for a living to put dinner on the table and presents under their little holday tree. Yes you are sightless, but you are not blind to the color red for it is in every aspect of life. Animosity, elegance, prejudice, and affection all fused together in the vibrant glow that begins the rainbow. That is red.