The Perfect Red that Veers all Over.

My personal glass looks lonely.

I only decided to carry it everywhere I go just recently.

The glass collects voices.

in the form of flowers.

various shades of flowers.

those voices sound soft and right.

but somehow they ain’t good enough.

they sound and look pretty in the glass.

but they are not enough for the glass.

The voice that the glass desires sounds so rage, but pretty.

like a bright red colour in its right position.

I’ve found the red that sounds similar.

It doesn’t even have form.

It does not fit into the glass just yet.

It so loud and so big, and too all over the place.

I journey and journey.

To reform the shape of the red colour.

so that the glass can be fulfiled.

and might sound a little bit happier.

— — —

I only came to know what the glass really wants.

It’s the red that has taste too.

it tastes like a pinky, reddish strawberry shortcake.

the perfect kind of strawberry shortcake.

its colour is so red that the sense of its shade veers all over the surrounding.

that the surrounding tastes like it too.

its essence is so bold that you know its taste without even have to taste it.

that’s the kind of voice that glass wants inside her.

the red that veers all over.

but tastes yummy too.

and looks beautiful too.