Talk: A Blood Story

Talk: A Blood Story

“The color of blood is the most beautiful in all the world. A rich red… a drop of blood slides down the back of my arm. My wrist is cut – the cut resembling a necklace of red beads and the beads being more drops of blood that have yet to fall. The cut makes the hand look beautiful as well. And yet… this blood looks sad. The red color is mixed with a blue sadness. Without the sadness, there cannot be blood. The combination of blood and sadness relaxes me, the sadness is purpose, the blood is my desire. And then I realized. The only reason I’m still alive, the only cause of my existence, is this blood… I cannot exist without seeing it.”

This passage is obvious to the emotional or EMO characteristics. The person is fond of cuts, and finds the blood the only reason or purpose in life. Sometimes, something so simple can be the most essential thing (disregarding the scientific fact that blood is our arterial oxygen transporter).
“And yet… why is this beauty so depressed?”
This hints that the reason for the EMO to cut is because of sorrow)
” The wine hue is permeated by a blue melancholy.”
The red color, (used the adjective wine because it’s delicious [very delicious to the eyes, of course – very pretty] and because it needs to be older to taste better [this relates to that fact that the person needs to cut more to feel better about life]) is permeated by a blue melancholy (mixed with a blue melancholy [there is sadness in this beautiful color [I’m basically sad and to make me feel better, I cut myself] “Without the blue, there is no red.”
Blue symbolizes sorrow and red the blood. Without sorrow, there is no blood for the EMO.
The pair
“… so full of purpose and desire.”
“And then I realized. The only reason I’m still alive, the only cause of my existence, is this blood… I cannot exist without seeing it.”
The EMO must cut to live. It’s the only way to enjoy life. To see the blood means to literally cut the wrist and see the blood. Since blood is the only thing important in life to this person, blood becomes the meaning of life.

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