I feel like white with a single horizontal red line passing through. But you see, that white isn't just white. It smells like the alcohol a thousand people drown themselves in It tastes like the salt in your mouth right before you throw up It sounds like the silence of a woman jumping into the well with a newborn in her arms It looks the unpromising white clouds that bring no rain, no rain. And that red. It's mocking. That cruel mocking red that laughs at the white, for being able to feel so much and unable to express it. For being so strong that it can never break, never let the load burst through. It is meant to be too pure, given too much importance. That red, which is vain and conspicuous and too strong. Such an attention whore. That red which will overpower the white. Never let it show. Let it fall to the background. That red which threatens to swallow everything the white has ever stood for. I hate red and it is my favourite colour.