Sunday, April 7, 2013

The Man made of Paint

The man of paint

Alone in his painted cottage

On his small piece of home

He walks along the chaos, glides unscathed.

His creation was unintended.

He wanted more

Unwinding staircases, dragging down painted streets, and along painted hallways

Looking for someone, anyone else

Alone and lost, a ball of light appears

Lighting his way to what looked like a never ending rode of color

Still dragging along the light gave him hope

Still dragging… wandering hopelessly

The man of paint stopped and wandered what he was really looking for, he had a home,

And was there even a chance of a new life amoung the ruble

he realized he belonged in his tamed mess where he was created to be