Color

There will be times in this life, where a splash of Color will stain the canvas.

shapeless Blue and Yellow splatters in the square geometry.

And the Color will cut through the grey like a razor

Inflicting Crimson drops that sting the monotony.

The pattern broken, lays beautifully shattered,

And the emotions will drown you, tearing your vessel like paper as an artist tears a faliure, and crushing you like a potter crushes the cracked pot into a earthen powder.

And the beauty! The beauty will be worth the pain, for the masterpiece that will remain will be contimplated by the poet, idolized by the romantic, and analyzed by the realist.

And then it will be gone. As Alexandria, as Dickinson, as so many others

And only some mere smears on a paper will remain to mark it's existence.