lil red; sneak peak

so here you have a sneak peak of the beginning of my first book called Little Red
ps:i did my best translating the text from romanian,
pps:if something doesnt make sense, dont worry, you give it a meaning, and let me know what that is.

I. Prelude assembled in cords of drowned sound

White is the color that brings pain in my every nerve, in my every colorless cell. Everywhere. In my forest. I isolated even the most atomic hope of hoping for human happiness and I’m inclined to fly with foaming red wings to the inferno that hangs over the infinite of nothingness. Hell =  Me. Mutilating the smoke of delusion I’ve realized that I’m not sacrificing my happiness on a shrine of blue just because I have this masochist wish of seeing my soul tainted and dragged through fragments of plasma so the thick plasma can grow, but so I’m not hurting the silk that binds me (in chains?) to what was dictated to me, an altered thought, that what is real is today, what is in my head is  white with glass shades. Unleash in a hyena rhythm. Blue is the laughter of people. White is pain, blue is murder. I was born so my retina dries out, I will die so I could fly. New tomorrow resolution: I will be myself. Where is the mirror through which I can escape? Where is the tongue under which I can write my story? Weird? Has a thought escaped? And in his ear my figh thas carved? The fight that takes place in my head?