finish your art

daisy had it all figured out. found her way out and took it now they’ll say daisy was a lost soul too young too brilliant but no one knew daisy had nothing figured out except the exit sign.

he painted his walls yellow because he wanted the sun to burst out of his ribcage he covered his body in yellow from his head to his toes because he thought the brightness could fill the void but he grew up and painted his walls grey and wore neutral colors he tried to ignore the void filling up with fluid trying to break free from every limb the sunshine suicided itself off the 8th floor of his office building and broke every bone in its body because the sun did not shine in his ribcage anymore than it did in his eyes

i used blue. because it was your favorite color, and the color of the sticky notes you used to line your walls with all the reasons you need to get out of bed. i am so sorry. that you are trapped inside you mind of blues and aching finger tips. i know you want to rise like the world is not broken, but it is. and i cannot line every single sidewalk with blue sticky notes for the rest of my eternity, but i want to so badly. i am so sorry that the hues of blue can't save you now.