70th Post - February 2020

There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable let-down. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red. To me, love is one of the most powerful feelings in the world, it makes you crazy, its makes you do things you never thought you would do, it makes you feel things you never thought you could feel, it can make you so happy, confused, sad, beautiful but most of all love to me is RED.