I am following the lines, flowing through their constraint.
Blue as a quest for the path, seeking by what it is not. Red as full potential achievement, a breach instant of creative tension.
From err to truth.
I want to be on the road again. I want to move, I want to feel the first sight of lovingly wonder, I want to feel an unknown light and touch on my skin, I want to gaze from a new smell, I want to feed my excitement.
Hibiscus has to release blue before surrendering to taint in red.
In truth lies err.
I am ready to let go of you.