Red streets, red walls, red everything. I've comtemplated just tearing those cursed shades off several times, but it'll do so little for my needs. The only thing I've come to know close enough are those auburn locks of Jean's hair. I'm afraid I'm denied even that pleasure, Jean's beauty far exceeds anything I've known whether shaded in red or not. I just know there's a rainbow of reds within even the red of her hair. I don't have the comfort of seeing them through the confines I'm in. It's frustrating beyond all things imaginable. If only once, for even a few seconds I might see her in true color...I could forever live my life on just that.
Someday, Jean. For now I'll be dreaming of you in color. It's hardly a justice, but it's all I have.