-it's a rainy day-
The ceiling turned from blue to grey, without warning and without doubt. I lifted my hand above my head to try and touch the painter's masterpiece. The painter, I embraced his hug with a smile even if it suffocates me. His breath felt like virgin ice in early winter, so cold and my cheeks are numb. Even so, I'm overwhelmed with his presence even if it's just for a while. His tears fell from his beautiful eyes to mine, breaking my heart as I know he must leave. Inside, Mum's thunderous footsteps along the corridor whispers, telling me that today is going to take longer than usual to end.
-I wasnt able to fit any of the 'four elements' in because...well, because I chose not to- sorry

Poetically emo nana.. ^.^
ReplyDeleteMelikes "the painter" metaphor...:)