My View

There were days when I wanted nothing more but for the end to come. I wanted it all to be over. Days past by in blurs and flashes of colors. My eyes blind to the real beauty of everything around me. Everything except for him. It's always him. The only thing in focus in my world of blurry memories filled with tears and pills. Now here I sit staring out my window wondering why I was so blinded by love. My brush strokes the canvas covering it in a color other than black for the first time in a long time. I sit here finally painting the beauty I see rather than the darkness I believed to cover the world. Suddenly everyhting is bursting with color and it was worth living to see.