Sorry if this doesn’t really make sense I just started writing it just started with the word endless in my head I do feel some of this stuff and I hope people will understand what I’m trying to say. Also I was posting this first but a bit got cut off so I had to write it again so it different
You walked in the white room to find me painted in violet bruises, and handed-down fabric.
You named it art.
You tried to blend in a plethora of shades that, according to you adorned the curves of my smile and glorified the silhouette of life in my eyes.
The art breathed lively.
You gazed at the beauty of the mess you made with those twinkling, admiring tears as the world burned the galleries outside, in the fires of tartarus. The flames were quicker than the dawned realization of fear and departure. I watched you burn while you waved me a goodbye that blurred to the mere smoke of grief.
Skies of California dreams paint smiles and sighs in hues and shades of euphoria and peace, Serenity drapes the horizon with showers of blushing colors as the sun seize the day and bestow spectacular salute when dusk arrives.