Shhh... do you hear that? It’s green. Green means go, jealousy, life. And it beckons you. Red did not come at you. Yellow has not warned you. Green calls your name. It’s tantalizing throaty cries transport you to the place you have never allowed yourself to go. It’s the exit from solitary confinement, a door there, but never touched, opened, or thought of. It is the manifestation of your fears, and the culmination of your hopes. So go. Don’t you hear it? It’s GREEN! GO! Run until you lose yourself, up stairs, over bridges, through window panes, across oceans, under skies, through the haze. You must find it. You must touch it. You must taste it. It’s there. It’s green. The rosy cheeks are GREEN. The soft features you love, yet you think they might find ugly are GREEN. Her eyes, GREEN. Her hands that want to be held, GREEN. You must go, run, don’t look back. GREEN is waiting, enticing as the sound of a well-tuned violin joined by a chorus as they stir you up. AWAKE. RISE. EMBRACE. LOVE. BE FREE!
Shh... it’s okay. It’ll all be over soon.
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