Thin Red Line

Thin red line- represents tastefully understated style. The colour of a woman's lips. A thin red line of blood- it's a cut but not a fatal one, it's more symbolic- of the passion and energy inside, and of the wound eventually healing. The thin red line is that line you cross from being the original good self you are, and the bad self that you morph into, the self that you never want to be when you are on the good innocent (ignorant) side of it. Once you are touching the line you are consumed in chaos, yes once you are on the line it ceases to be thin. It develops shades, it grows around you, and that path back to the good side is a far-off greying white. There is no going back to the innocence, not with the knowledge you have now. The furthest you could go is the lightest palest pink, but don't worry. There is plenty of good that is practiced there. One could live in the pink. As long as you keep all the shades in sight, as long as you keep your eyes open. You must acknowledge the deep desires that colour that perfect alluring red, the ambition in the deep burgundy depths. These colours you see were much less complex back when you never touched the line. Back then they were dreams dusted in sugar. Those dreams still exist past the line, but you know. You know. You'll have to stain yourself red to get those dreams. Hopefully, by the time you are done, by the time you have gotten everything you want, by the time you have looked at your Dorian self in the mirror many times, you will have redeemed yourself. You would have gone to the pale pink shades and attempted to wash yourself of the stains. Hopefully by the time you come out the winner, there will be but a thin red line as evidence of where you have been, and what you have done.