Shattered and torn apart. Everything falling to pieces. It was how she was that changed you. It was who it was that changed me. I suppose to label things, is how everyone distinguishes things. I am just a piece. A thing. When the electricity statics, I am nothing but a spark. You changed me. The attempt of pure joy wasn't really an attempt, more of a wish. A choice would be much simpler. Choose between two- a wish of perfection, a wish of white. Black. Colours meaning much more than they show. The emotions are never known. They must never show. That would destroy hopes and dreams, almost black to say goodbye because they can't last that long. It's that drip that will make it right. The feeling fulfills my wish. My one true wish of escape, my painting of everything ugly turned pretty, mirroring back to me. The reflection of the light shines behind me, glowing into my past, reminding me of my future. Keeping your head straight, you feel dizzy, unmotivated. My thoughts are everywhere making me feel horrible, but still reassuring of who I am. If that disappeared, or went away, there would be nothing. Perfection; making things easier on everyone. Understanding nothing, just the feeling of wanting it all out. The ending unclear, with a bare canvas, waiting to be filled with what comes next.
