candle

[prismaticbleed]

I just spent an hour in the dark, surrounded by bright red lights.
At first I felt fear, dim and reasonless, in the back of the world. I asked it why it was there. Why are you afraid of this color? What could that possibly signify for you?
Does it remind you of the fire that burned you in ages past? Do you expect it to hurt, to burn, to destroy?
Do not be afraid, I told the fear. Don't be scared. I am that fire. I will not hurt you.

My reflection does not match my soul in the sunlight.
In the deep red glow, it does.

Guileless and unpretentious, I stood there, holding the light in my hands, smiling, understanding without words.
I'd never felt so safe, so certain. I walked up to the edge of the pit and I looked down, and laughed as I danced around the edge. I knew I wouldn't, couldn't, fall in. And the darkness watched me in silence, content to let me be.
Hello, hello again, I said.
I know you, you helped me, but I do not need you now.
I loved even the shadows as they jumped at my feet, gently ushering them away, unafraid.

In the cold morning I understood that my heart burned red at its very core.
It surprised me that such a fierce color, such a strong hue, was so compassionate.
It was valiant and brave and honorable, but it held no pride.
Instead it wrapped itself around me like a sunbeam in winter.

This is you. This is you.

A deep sound resonated through the earth, blessed in its humility. I had once thought it inferior, shameful, in its lowness.
It was patient with me, and in time I understood that the heavens could not be so divine without the earth to balance them below.
I embraced the ruby brilliance in return, and its fire blazed behind my eyelids, not in anger but in affection.

Only in the darkest shadows could I ever see that light, but it never abandoned me.


I just spent an hour in the dark, surrounded by bright red lights.
And when I closed my eyes, the colors changed.



I want to dream of you.

Come and find me.