Red is calming

 Some times words are profound and other times they are mundane. Yet all in all the mind rambles enough to tie the ends closed. The circles fade and curves are more straightened than before. The parallels intersect and the paints blur to black.

It is in these moments that the artist in me comes crawling out in a fantastical sway with pinks and blues screaming violent reds. But truthfully the red crashes into yellow which makes me terrorized. Yet nothing really makes sense. People say blue and green are calm but for me they are energies. Red is my calm. 

In a moment the tumbling seems to be long lost but now the mind tilts long enough to acknowledge a decadent sliver of time. In which a sigh does exist in the motionless air. Then an exhale is formed, slowly descending  into a laughter as the eyes begin to drain tears.

Perhaps the wonder is that of sentiment. Perhaps the moment is even intertwined with intricate laced webs. And inside those webs are fine details that may mean absolutely nothing to the everyday man but to one, they hold the world's waterfall. 

Then the spine of the woman flexes and shoulders scrunch in a disapproving scowl. The soul is drained but still very joyful in a step or two. Towing the dreams of tomorrow and goals written for a check mark. Indeed where is the circle now?

Here. Sit inside the curl of red. The swirl of blonde and strawberries. Inhale the vanilla and turn the face to the sun. Linger long enough to be content in the day's end. Find your peace and be grateful of the lessons, experiences and adventures produced in the sites of darkened slate.

Here I sit, grateful to write once more. A mind at ease in front of a electronic screen. My hands greet each memorized letter with another to form words that trickle down my pulse. 

Here I entertain the ones who want to read. Here I let those see that I do still let whatever is being said, fall. Typing one after another. Then I am now, saying good night. For another day is closed and the morn is just beginning. 

My eyes of blues glance into a navy sky and breathe. I am here, I say inside my mind. Grateful that all the rambling has exited and I am warm. 

Truthfully I say hugs to all who read and apply.