Lady in Red. [By Amadeuz Christ]

“Honesty is a blunt instrument that often bloodies more than it cuts.”

– Robert Green

This is about control.

Isn’t it?

The control that you are not willing to give up simply because you cannot…not be in control. If this matrix was designed to keep us blinded by the monotony of it all, then we are truly the architects of our own imprisonment.  We have created a system in which we are all harmoniously synchronized, swimming in an endless sea of repetition we are unable to unplug from. Our very existence is dependant on it.

But you…

Lady in red.

You have broken this.

They tell me that you are a distraction. They tell me that you are just a program placed here to break my focus, a temptation for me to lust after. They tell me that you aren’t real. But I like to imagine that you were created just for me, that you are the Eve of this Eden in a time before our eyes had been opened and our ignorance no longer blissful.  It is the looks you give me when you walk by me, in those split seconds of vulnerability what you reveal that keeps me up at night wondering…why you never speak?

But maybe I’m imagining this all in my head.

…and you are just a figment of my imagination.

But in those split seconds of vulnerability, where you are no longer in control, I can see what you want me to…and I wonder. I wonder if for you is it equally as hard to keep up the charade of these two personalities, sometimes unable to tell which is which, as is it for me? Is it as difficult to hide your…real self? I wonder why on the outside you appear to be so calculated, but on the inside there is a part of you that wants to loose…control. I wonder if this is what you are trying to tell me…

But maybe I’m imagining this all in my head.

…and none of this is real.

Maybe you are just a program. But in those split seconds, I can see you. I can see the fortress that you have created in your defense, the chambers of which very few have entered into much less been given the key to. I know of the treasure you are hiding, the secret you are keeping locked away for the one who has the ability to unlock it. I know of your passion, your wants…I know who you are…and I wonder…do you know who I am?

Or am I just imagining this all in my head?

Maybe I’m wrong…and you are just a program.

Maybe you are just a figment of my imagination, designed to distract me…to break my focus. But I like to imagine that I was created for you…placed here into this matrix only to satisfy your every desire. I like to imagine that my touch was specifically designed to suit your body, my hands crafted to soothe your soul from any ills of this world. I imagine that your heart beats to the same frequency as does mine, but…

I think that I am just imagining this all in my head.

And you will never speak because the stakes are too high for either of us to be playing this game…

A game where neither one of us can afford to give up…control.

Because that is what this is about…

Isn’t it?

Lady in red.