No More Beauty

And she finally gave up. Her tray of colors that made her world bright was scraped dry of all it’s paint. No more yellows to make the sun less grim, no more greens to make the grass less terrifying and no more blues to take out the sorrow from the sky. She had no paint to create the world that she wanted everyone to see, that she hoped to see. For a while it was like she never ran out of paint because her memory kept her world full of color but memories fade just like the colors the world was once again gray, grim and full of sorrow. It was like her painted world had froze over by -60°. She begin to feel the way the world looked she wore gray on her skin, sorrow on her face and sadness on her lips but no one noticed. No one noticed that the world has changed color along with her skin no one noticed that the paint buckets were too high for her to reach; all she needed was a little help to paint her world back into color