[kuu]

To destroy to the core. To beg for forgiveness and remain unwavering to its cause. It hurts. It hurts so bad. It is being burned alive by your own hands. It is biting your finger until it goes numb. It is to place the blame on everyone knowing they aren’t at fault. And knowing you’re in the wrong. It is to always accept and refuse every emotion. To bleed your words out. To cry in a Sunday afternoon. To be greedy and filthy. To claw your way into happiness. It’s hidden in the little things. And it’s hidden in plain sight. Aren’t you tired of lying?

Symbolized by the color red. Vivid red. Because Kuu bleeds. He is anger, and destruction. He is cowardice, and childishness. All his drawings are incomplete, rough sketches. To remind me that every single one of these emotions is temporary. Or, alternatively, that I’m a coward too and I can never finish what I start. Or something else entirely. Who's to say for sure?

Often, I draw Kuu speaking to someone else. It either takes Kuu’s form or something else entirely. I’m not sure what it represents yet. Or maybe I am. Maybe I project myself onto Kuu far too frequently. I’m not half as broken though. I think. I’d like to think so. 

Maybe it’s because of this projection that Kuu isn’t completely damaged. He can feel love too. It hurts him more than others, but he can feel it. 

Maybe he’s just my childish need to feel like I’m not alone. If somebody else feels what I feel, then I’m fine with that.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.