These past four walls.

At around 2:31 am as she recalls. She sits herself down with a half done up dress, messy hair and a shiny face. In the middle of cleaning her room at such an odd time, She come across a big envelope file. She suspects she know what's in it. She opens it, pulls one of the colourful contents out. Her entire being becomes paralyzed for what seems like minutes. She slowly begin to cry dry tears of some sort. She places the first colour of the rainbow back into the envelope that is the cloud. She pulls out the next, and the next and She eventually takes all the colours out. As she analyzes a few, she cries. She never would have thought she meant anything to those colours. But then again maybe she doesn't. Like in a movie scene, she cries in her room, mascara making little rivers of black ash down her cheeks. At around 2:31 am as I recall. I sit myself down with a half done up dress, messy hair and a shiny face. In the middle of cleaning my room at such an odd time.