everything was falling apart and when it felt like nothing could fill that aching void, those gray pages with nothing but scratch marks on them, you came in. you barged through the doors in my mind and you stripped me of my thoughts and took out the paint brushes you carried. you painted my gray walls with every colour anyone could ever think of. every inch, dipped in paint, covering the walls with reckless splotches and splatters but it looked like a work of art to me. and i wondered how you did it.
how you extracted the bright, neon colours from my dark mind. how you convinced me to let my pain and anger at the bland walls and create something that would put michelangelo to shame.
you look at the walls dipped in colours and smile to yourself in pride. but i hope you didn't notice the little space in the left corner where i carefully wrote our names together because every artist needs to mark their work. and i hope you know that while you think what we created was great, no artwork could ever compare to you.
YOU ARE READING
2 a.m. thoughts
Fanfictioni usually wake up at 2 am and think about a lot of stuff. i tried to sum them up and write them here. [ lowercase intended.]
