shed thoughts

painted flowers

even as she sits down and do nothing
emptied thoughts, staring
tracing the lines on her fingers, counting
could still hear the ghosts, shouting,
shadows slowly forming.

her world was so dull
but not plain
so quiet, but not peaceful.
garden planted with so many flowers,
but not full.

so she decided to paint white flowers red
to add at least a color on lifeless ones
for it to not seem dead
paradoxically,
even when it bled.