Starry night skies (completed)

C o l o u r f u l M e s s e s

❝Her flurry of emotions,
colourful messes.
Much like the bloom of colours that
powdered themselves onto the clear evening sky,
illuminating the outside world for a set period of time
before disappearing down below into the masses of unknown.
The same colourful puffs of clouds
that begged to be etched into the mind of every living thing that lay its eyes upon it.
They were much like her flurry of emotions,
though her emotions weren't as beautiful.
They were sophisticated terribly by her
twisted realities and
unknown perceptions,
giving her emotions a coat in a dark grey.
Edges shaded with charcoal,
Sprinkled over with the ashes of her lost hope.
Chains followed closely behind her dark
flurry of emotions,
ready to trap anything that stepped a foot near.
She herself was caught and had been caught
several times,
for her emotions were her.
A painful torture it was to deal with them,
but it was a more painful torture
to put them aside and leave them alone.
She feared a day would come when her emotions
would leave her and never appear before her ever again.
Because as the evening clouds are pushed away,
beautiful starts are brought in their place.
To illuminate the sky once again
because
Without the light and with the darkness,
who are we?
This thought perhaps provoked a broken laugh
to erupt from her and a few stray
tears to roll down her face.
The statement,
so ironically relatable.
The statement spoke to her with kind words but stabbed at her
bleeding heart.
The statement was her,
is her,
would be her.
Her emotions had clung onto her bare back for too long.
So long,
she had began feeling sparks of comfort amidst all the sadness.
They had become intertwined into the very essence of her being
and if she lost them,
undoubtedly she would lose herself too❞