Red Love
SARAH THANGAMANI
Red is the color that runs through our veins, at least until our heart stops working. And when we see red, we scream; we stop; we cry.
We’ve been taught it’s not good, but it’s the color of love and love is good - or maybe not? Because if red is bad and love is red, then according
to the law of syllogism, love is bad. The love we crave, the love we cannot have, the love that makes your eyes stop and stare — where
your feet are frozen and all you can do is see them and see red— bad.
Love is good; love is when you stop falling for five seconds and give everything to someone else without being sad and your heart
got stolen because it was supposed to get stolen. In return, you should receive a heart— maybe broken, maybe a little messed up— but
what’s life without some problems? It’ll arrive at an unexpected time, only when you truly feel it, in a big red box, and we'll
scream; we'll stop; we 'll cry. We'll be happy because we found love, and love is good. Red is good.
We’ve been taught it’s not good, but it’s the color of love and love is good - or maybe not? Because if red is bad and love is red, then according
to the law of syllogism, love is bad. The love we crave, the love we cannot have, the love that makes your eyes stop and stare — where
your feet are frozen and all you can do is see them and see red— bad.
Love is good; love is when you stop falling for five seconds and give everything to someone else without being sad and your heart
got stolen because it was supposed to get stolen. In return, you should receive a heart— maybe broken, maybe a little messed up— but
what’s life without some problems? It’ll arrive at an unexpected time, only when you truly feel it, in a big red box, and we'll
scream; we'll stop; we 'll cry. We'll be happy because we found love, and love is good. Red is good.