As I watch you walk away I feel my heart break into as many pieces as there are stars in the sky. I feel the color drain from my face draining from my soul. Color fades from my world. I embrace the monochromatic prison of my life. Only to long for a glimpse of color. I find it in drops of crimson as I write my pain across my skin. I like how the blade dances glinting as it glides across it’s canvas. I’ve written a novel of sorrow each chapter longer than the last. I write of my sorrows not only from you but the pain that you helped me carry now weighing me down like a shackle. I write as an escape from my prison of black and white. I smile as I pick up my pen to write the final chapter of my master piece. I cry because I can’t find the right words to end with. So I sit staring at my empty cage yearning for escape clutching the key but fearing the freedom.