SHE IS CALLED
RED
Crying in despair, she almost wanted to
bang her head against the wall and die out. I was looking at that girl, then
gazing at Red, I then began to cry.
for relief. She did not do that because
she has never tried her best to know
about “life”. Life is fundamentally full of
challenges and unexpectedness. Having
diseases is only one part of one’s life.
Yes, I did not spend time to learn more
about the nature of life.
I admitted that I was slowly forgetting
the person who I used to be; cheerful
and passionate towards life. I nearly Was I crying for having Red or because
I was touched that I find myself again?
Or was it because my journey came to an
end and I had to say goodbye to that girl?
No matter what, I felt much relieved and
open about Red. I learn to cope with her
instead of rejecting to get along well with
her.
My tears subsided. I am still living my
life with Red. However, I am not the one
forgot how I spared no effort on building
up my life. Because of a growing panic
caused by Red, I locked myself in a room
and had no passion to search for a way I used to be. I have changed my attitude.
I do not want to be with Red, I want to
give a meaning to her. A meaning to my
own life.
Psoriasis Painting by Loukoumh, a Spanish-born feminist illustrator.
IT Magazine / April Issue
19