I am cursing the rain in bright black and grey ink in beautiful cursive writing. I know you're questioning how black and grey can be bright but If you don't know, you'll never know.
I am painting sunsets on canvas but with pastels instead of neons. It's almost a bit too sad instead of a bit to happy; so fitting for a sun that's disappearing, right ?
I am swallowing pills mixing them with liquor, testing out theories to see if I can find the right way to write. All I see is blurry candle light and a dragon on my wall telling me my writing sucks.
And it's sad to think how pessimistic this poem started but how within a 15 minute drive home I've come to see....
That all the rain cleared up the night sky and out came those glimmering balls of fire we call stars. I've caught myself staring but I always have different emotions with each glance.
Tonight..I guess the world isn't so sad after all.