Sometimes I Wonder..
I hold the paintbrush, swiftly dragging it from side to side. Dipping and dragging.. Dipping.. And dragging.. Drops of black paint find their way to my eyes, then down my cheeks..
I wonder.. What will it take to bring peace into my life? Must I change? When will the arguing stop? When will the edges of our lips finally curve upwards? When did the spark begin to fade to black..?
I wonder.. When was the last time I laughed? When was the last time I cried? When were the tears replaced by black drops of pain..?
I wonder.. When did your soft touch become so hard against my skin? Where did the optimism go? When did the ecstasy change into this unbearable irate feeling..?
The paintbrush falls to the floor.. The only sounds audible are the soft clatter of the brush against the wooden floor.. And the soft whimpers of a broken soul slowly falling apart..
