red light,
bright, shines inside the room.
its cold in there but i say
don't worry the colors will warm our hearts tonight.
she speaks to me through feeling
and shes present on the radio waves we don't hear.

warmth - still: the forbidden fruit
for an artist's heart is bloodshot and bleeding.
but its more important that you live knowing
you truly lived than to merely seek happiness.
to put yourself on trial by fire
if for no other reason than it casts warm
red light,