ThisIsSempiternal1

The color is red. A color that means so much more than it actually seems. A resemblance of love and lust and also a raging anger and deep, hidden sadness. Only to be intensified by the white snowflakes drifting down from the sky landing on the washed-out white face of a red girl. A girl who longs so badly for love. A girl who is so angry that she hasn't received any. Only to be deepened down by black making the bottom of the abyss covered in a dark red pool of blood. Blood of the sad and angry people who only lust the feeling of love. The love they've never received. The love they've always wanted. Red is the color of her soul. The color of t

Its funny how you can see a difference in the quality of your own personal things within even a days time span. Weather its good or bad, you could see a change. It's like watching your mood change from happy and energetic when you go out with friends and then when you come home and lay in bed with Netflix and ice cream for 2 days, how the depression really sinks in. It could even be like picking up a habit and how hard you fall into it.. It baffles me on how quickly we can fall into our own traps and trances. Possibly, one day, you start doing something, and you like it, and you keep going. You never stop and there you have yourself maybe stu