13: Crimson

Sometimes the sheer breadth and number of relationships around me is overwhelming. Other people have lives - duh, but also, what an incredible thing. We're all living these tiny parallel lives that feel so huge, so precious. Veined and arteried, blood pulsing slick and oblivious to any sudden trauma. Sometimes an unexpected injury will miss all vital organs and leave us bruised and sore, but alive. And other times we look on in shock and consternation when one of the parallel lives we're privy to experience a crushing blow, a bullet lodged directly in the femoral artery. Sometimes all we can do is wipe away the splash of crimson pain, and look on even as we shudder, unable to avert our gaze.