I paint a camera

I paint a tree

I paint all that comes in mind to me

He love photography, while i sit here doing cartography,

planing out the roads we buit together.

The memories we've shared, the chapters that closed

But new ones rewrite themselves.

I paint a sunset, an orange and purple one.

To represent our rejoice but also our sorrow

One can hope to end all sorrow but that isnt the case

I paint what's there, not what should've come.

The camera blue for all to see, for all to understand the hardship we face together.

Poleroids join the scene, laid flatly on the uncut grass.

Memores laid out, memories that will soon fade out

A small ying and yang symbol is hardly recognized at the bottom of the canvas

What does it represent?

Ourseleves together literally by hue but figerative by feeling

The world. Inhabitiable. The world. Inexisting.

The doomsday pridicted came out to be true, if only it was wrong. The era has ended, the world no more. Destruction and chaos as became my friend, luxury and comfort became my enemy. My friends.Gone. My family. Gone. Myself. Gone. Soon to be true, soon to be a figiment of imagination. Soon to be an idea. My life, my foundation i started, the structure I made.. Tarnished. No will care for there is no one to care. The world had ended and the lives of many have ended as well to their demise.

I did it. I jumped. . My dress levitated through the air, crinkle by crinkle, stitch by stitch. The tears cascaded down my cheeks as my life epotomized round and round in my head. It was like a broken record, it enveloped me like a warm blanket. Except it wasn't warm. It was artic and left a bitter taste in my mouth. The abuse, the bullying...I couldn't take it anymore. This was my one solution. No one cherished me, no one payed any attention to my well being. Dark figures stood to watch, others screamed. Screams of shock, not dispare. I smirk to myself a little, it was all going to be over. I did nothing for this world and this world did nothing for me.

I wait here. I wait for water. The droplets start to come cascading down my trunk. I wait for sunlight. The rays shine against my bark. I wait for space. My roots billow through the ground and up sprout my seedlings. I wait for them. When they sprout a move my trunks for the slightest cracks on sunlight for them to grow. I wait for death. A man comes off the horse with an axe. I wait for death once again but the man just sat under me for shade. The waits I´ve waited have ceased, for what I wait for does not exists. 

There I was. At the doorstep of the new home I had just purchased. The previous home owners were a little pushy in me buying it but I think this was money well spent. I plan to live alone, maybe I should have gotten a roommate for this big home?..No. What for. It's not like anything would happen. I trotted along up the stairs into my new dwelling aware of all the work that would be soon to come. I started to unpack but halfway through I stopped. My mind started to wander and reality began to slip, right through my fingertips. I drifted to sleep. .

I was suddenly in an empty, white windowless room. I myself was plastered in red. Why?... Why does it feel so real? I felt the drip of red smear down my body. Like a fire in a forest it spread. I recognized the tint. The texture. I was covered in blood. Questions arises but left unanswered. How do I end this? Where is this from? Is it mine? A trail of blood followed me as I took step by step. Right foot then left. Then right foot then left. The room seemed endless with each step I took. I stopped and found myself in a room with on object in it on a table. Pills. The label said "Eat me". I began to walk closer and closer to the pill bottle. I didn't want to but my body moved like an empty spectrum. My hand took the pill bottle and it turned to a syringe in a blink of the eye. The label read, "Inject me" I rolled up my sleeve and injected the serum in me. I started hacking violently. Blood ran down my eyes and out my mouth. Screeching in pain I heard a voice. It was quiet and gently. "Wake up." Said the voice. I feel to the ground.More blood dripped out of my eyes, more blood went down my lips. A bitter taste remained in my mouth as a chill went down my spine. It was behind me, I could feel it breathing. Everything was still for a moment. . . "Wake up.." It whispered in my ear. I couldn't move. I blinked and blinked again, hoping it was all a dream. It repeated again,

"Wake up.." I felt a sharp cold blade to my neck as it whispered the word one more time. "Wake up.." The blade ripped through me and I coughed one after another. A spot of red layed next to me. "I'm awake." Slipped out of my lips before my life slipped out as well.

Shall I compare Thee to a rose, so elegant and still

The green petals sprinkled in water droplets exaggerating your elegance 

Scarlet, my sweet scarlet, your hair flows gently, cascading down like tears on ones cheek

Your beauty, meant not to be disturbed but to be caressed and meticulously cared for,

Isolated if not admired or cherished by me and only me

Your mind succeeds what most might envision it as but implements

the very components of your heart