I hate sounds Sitara, most of the times it is the sound of my own cacophonous mind, despair and uncertainty rumble, dreams and reality bicker, spite and lust drool... almost making a hiss....a sound of a serpent.....ready to plunge on a rodent. I hate hisses, it is the pits of all sounds....with malice.... I love colors....they do not speak...do not make a sound...do not wake me up.If you say red Sitara, then so be it...I would have chosen blue instead, the unfathomable blue, high into the sky and deep in the ocean...the same blue....of a little siberian eyes...which would see life past arid plains in the years to come. Blue....so serene and so tranquil. Red is so conspicous.....so blatant it gives me a hard-on, makes me jittery, makes me sweat...but if you say so... I would like it, but blend some blue in it....make it dilute, make it purple, add some white, make it lavender....wear it...wear lavender, wear a lilac...it is not striking as red...but it shows its subtlety..refinement...delicacy. My friends call it a vagina color...sounds again....I hate sounds....can they stop talking?? I wear lavender.....I do not have a vagina....wish I had one....just to stop those freaking sounds trying to make me a homosexual. Oh how I hate sounds....