red_confessions Bizzar I can’t quite explain the therapeutic value of slicing myself open and spilling my love into these_red_pages. This red confessional, where I come to say the things that I can’t say to the people they’re about. Does that make me weak and fearful? That I have to come to a place where no one knows who I am and shout my demons into the void? This site allows me to be witnessed under cover. Somehow, it brings my heart peace to know that someone out there is reading my love. Witnessing this deep ache and longing for you. It makes it more real. It makes it feel important. It gives me hope that I’ll one day have the strength to share with you. I’ll continue to write to you here, love. Someone told me I should share crow with you. That it would maybe feel ok to read that one. That it would be read as a deep loving friendship. Maybe one day. 220429 ... past these are beautiful and true words. it's part of the magic of these pages, how we can write and be read (or not), but the power is in the writing and the potential to be seen. it's a quiet solidarity through the void, one that is etched in these calm tones that we can return to in years to come and see who we were and how we have become. 220430 ... Bizzar yes, i agree - especially in returning years later. i started on blue over 20 years ago, and it's always been such a comfort when i would come back after even years of silence to see blather still there. though i do have to say, so much of my abuse and trauma is on blue, so i am even more happy that red is alive and well, because it hurts to read through my blue_posts. my crimson_wish is that someday i will look back on some of the pain here from the arms of the one it's for. 220502 what's it to you? who go blather from