I'm the Greatest Movie to all of my Critics

When I left you this morning the color stayed behind. Driving away, a monochromatic chill was my only passenger. I wish night was never ending. If only the sun was as unreliable as I am. Here's to a highly contrasted season. Where fresh lips are new butterflies. Transparent "I love yous."

If you fall down enough, you'll find that getting up is what really hurts. There is so much history in the center of my chest.

Turn the page. What you thought was goodbye is just a disguised 'see you soon'. It never comes soon enough.

Deep breaths.

I am starting to realize that words aren't much different than colors. Given the perfect inspiration, both can create a masterpiece. Words are read long after the feeling is dead. Colors are adored long after the paint brush hits the floor. These are moments captured in ink, dreams broadcasted through a beautiful obstruction of imagination on canvas.

I hope these words somehow crawl through wires and find their way to your eyes(heart), but chances are they're just as weak as me.