4. Whiteout
Black.
They dreaded valleys. Black sky dreams. Seeing all the colors. Cracked too late.
Blue.
She hums a sad song. This is winter sorrow. I'm sorry, Mama, it's beautiful. That's why my father cried. I sat at the window, and sadness was a bird.
Purple.
Brother weeps silent. I don't like the morning. We are falling feathers. Autumn is just as sad. Ignore the bird.
Orange.
I see big skies. Happiness landed on me. Brother saw it too. Flowers in my heart. They grow without light. I am in love with morning.
Green.
We are all waterfalls. I'm dancing like snow. Fields of music outside. Like I can smile true now. Bird flew away, I think. We all flew away.
Yellow.
Busy words and worth. Almost joy. You are not perfection. Someone slips up but not yet. For now I am sunlight. One spins tapestries while I sing hope.
Gold.
Candles all around me. I have caught the stars. I try the golden apple.
Pink.
Windowsill of flowers. Life is on fire. I see smoke. I worry. Mama, I burn with starlight. Brother writes a hurricane lie. Hourglass tilts. I say not yet.
Red.
I am night. I am day. Understand me now. Think right, speak wrong. A stumbling warning. I'm falling like snow. The bird sings of blood.
Gray.
I speak like you now. I have been fixed. Father, are you happy? Father, is this what you wanted? These sentences are not mine. I don't like this. I want myself back.
Blue.
Blizzard music. Freedom perches on me. Blue, blue, blue. Pool of sadness. All over the ground. I burn out. Why relief. Not my brother. Loud wind. I wake up blue.
Black.
Raincloud grief. I cry storms. Drown the sad ghosts. There is nothing. Flowers wilted. Everyone went away. The fireflies died. The mountaintop, alone.
White.
A comet falls quiet. Here it is now. No more nightmares. Discovering the stars again. Then fade out. Morning is patient now. I hear all the music. I see all the colors.
The painting is done. Everything.
I like it. I spilled myself.
Do you like it, Thoughtful? Do you hear the colors' stories?
Yes. He sees the music.