Does it look better now?
The sky is painted with a million colors.
Like it's being slashed with a pallet of hues.
They are all mushed and smeared together.
Soon to be murdered by the dark of night.
Nothing left but the memory.
Soon to be forgotten by the feeble human mind.
But I do not mind.
Because if only I remember those colors.
If only I remember those hues.
They can be brought together.
Created once again by my mind in the night.
Put together like a puzzle by my memory.
My beautiful memory
In my beautiful mind
Now with beautiful colors
And beautiful hues
Beautifully together
Once again in the beautiful night
Now I sit in the darkness of the night
Wondering if this might only forever be a memory
Hoping that these colors won’t forever just be in my mind
I want these colors
I need these hues
They keep me together
I want to stay together
For once I want to be able to sleep in the night
Not having to dwell on a memory
Not having to be in my own mind
I don’t want the vivid colors
I don’t want the desperate hues
But alas, the hues paint the memory
They continue to slaughter the night together
And still, in my are a million colors