The Depressive Girl Next To The Manic Dancers.

The sun rises and the stillness of the waters is monochrome; it is black and white, yet I see grey. Colors splash in the sky, but the artist paints me grey. A representative void.

I try to scream for him, but he silences me with his paint brush and continues to decorate the sun in vibrant oranges and yellows. I'm left to stare endlessly at this unnerving body of water.

He paints dancing silhouettes in delineate color on the horizon. I try to cry, but he refuses to give me blue for my tears. Grey. He wants me grey.

Author's Note

This is short, but I wrote it while I was crying so I left it here. Any & all criticism is welcome :)

Reviews

[Giulia King]

The title brought me here and I'm glad it did. I love this piece!

[Xolani]

Strong words the is more to it