Jumping Into Constellation

Millennials

             "Mayhem millennialism."

All these colors

Hued in a saccharine milk red

Purple dots in it some of it, like bird's wings spread,

Is it purple rain... (?)

(All) Painted in a way..

In a strange feeling

Of warmth and depth

In the days of sweet blues and canvas descended nature greens rain

And a little bit sickness,

Mere news of friends here and there leaks

All the art boys looking for souls to seek

Moving out of town to start a new

But what about the stories you left like they will catch you a flew

As someday you walked by our town, see someone you used to know,

Wouldn't you call there name.

Wouldn't you call your old friend?

      A big bite of white cold

Splashes you in the eyes like burning pepper

You dreamt of chaos and screamed in your sleep

And on the day, you don't really speak.

As they will never understand,

And they would never know,

Like Vincent's art pieces in the gallery

You're sadness might be all divided in shows.

But this sadness, so many parts of it

So many side of you,

Searching for your ghost, &

Something you can never have

Blizzards comes and blizzards go

You don't stop walking,

You're collected, as tornadoes.

   . . .💧. . .💧. . .💧. . .💧. . .💧. . . 💧. . .

Art boys :they do not represent only male identity. They mean a group of artistic people. It only written as boys to make the poem more poetic and rhythmic kind of.

Millennial :a person reaching young adulthood in the early 21st century.
Millennials- plural word. ^