its very cold in here to me.
its too quiet.
people are talking.
but I've blocked out every single one of them.
the topics they all choose are not very amusing.
so i dont hear them like they hear each other.
they all laugh.
im not laughing.
some things can be beautiful but what is beautiful is what truly hides among the monster that they can be and what they do to be that kind of figure.
its horrifyingly terrific for what they do.
sometimes things can really feel numb, especially whilst writing this.
it feels like i cant get ahold of reality thats in front of me.
its all blank.
like a canvas.
i want somebody to paint me a pretty picture, and put a little meaning into it.
i want them to work hard on that picture.
i want them to make sure that not only i just think its beautiful i want them to make sure they think its beautiful too.
Paint me a excellent picture, please.
My eyes snap open as I look around me, inhuman creatures staring me down with their black, devilish eyes.
I cant speak.
This always happens.
am i a prisoner
am i seeking something new.
am i worth it all.
is there a point in living.
my mind is blankly writing this, dont be concerned as this is what i call my creative mind.
questioning everything.
watch.
i can be happy.
look at me smile and see me have a great day.
its beautiful.
look at me cry in pain and see me have a emotional, notsogreat day.
its beautiful.
every tear that has fallen should be captured well.
what does everything hold in that tear?
what emotions are in that one tear.
in every tear that falls.
it could be beautiful.
colorful.
spreading.
imaginative.
happy.
sad.
mad.
confusion.
paint me a picture with it.
why use water and single colors when you have your mind to do it.
it makes it more....
b e a u t i f u l .
YOU ARE READING
C O L O R S .
Romancethere's a whole spectrum of them to paint me a pretty picture.
