you painted me in the wildest yellows and the deepest blues, vibrant purples and violent reds and oranges fit for the blazing sun — colors so bright that they blinded me. and in the final stroke of the brush, you saw the whole picture — the torn canvas underneath — and like any sane person,
you threw it out and began anew.
YOU ARE READING
(everything) you left.
Short Storya slow descent into insanity. i'm going to be honest. i don't entirely know what this is. but if you're up for short "chapters," questionable metaphors and yet another round of personifying mental illnesses into the people who triggered them, come o...
