Paintball

Life is a white wall, a clean slate.

Left desolate to be painted by someone special.

When you first meet someone a drop of paint is splashed upon the plain white wall, a dot of meaningful color.

As this person becomes more apart of your life, more dots of color are shown on the white wall, reflecting an importance occurring on your life.

As you get to know this person day by day it is almost as if paint balls of bright vibrant colors are being constantly thrown at life's white wall.

Splatters of colors appear and would touch anyone's heart who were to gaze upon it.

As the days grow longer, the colors become even more brighter.

As the memories grown fonder, the white color on the wall fades.

Wishing time would stop short to enjoy these colors in this moment forever.

Wishing the days would not have to end and it was always as amazing as it truly is.

With new walls separating, it is impossible to not feel despair.

The colors stand still and tamed, waiting to be gazed upon once more.

The distance between is a far one, but someday the paint-ball's colors will be thrown once more.

As we meet again and again.

More colors seem to form.

The white wall of life is no longer existing.