So today was my AP test. That was just a massive comedy of errors... Let's NOT get too far into that <.<
However, I did get more writing done, which is more than it was for the past week or so. So this is what came out of it. It was originally written with no separations whatsoever, but that ended up looking really convoluted and gross. So, I went ahead and put a few breaks in here and there. Also, if you don't get it it, GOOD. That was the point. It was a giant fucking metaphor that I didn't want people to understand. One thing I should clarify however, is that our "painter" is a graffiti artist standing on a billboard. I thought of it kind of like the tell-tale eyes of the Doctor from The Great Gatsby, given an "urban sprawl-ey" twist. Other than that, take for it what you will.
He stood in the sky that night, painting away his woes. A forest, an ocean, and the firmament in ashes, all held together by Lady Winter's ice-white breath. They blended into a cocktail of perfection, blinded to any mirroring gaze. Together, he and his pains watched, solid and set, as the cities they'd held were in play.
Dancing, and singing, and drinking away all the toils of the night. There was fun and folly licking the streets. It poured out in libation. Even the trees drunk on that feel-good mess.
And there stood the painter. A tear for past silences like a wall. A tear for present deaths like a drought. And a tear for a future plagued with steps no longer stepped. Three tears fell and turned the joy-drunk streets red with pain. Every eye turned to the sky. Only three stayed raised:
One of Earth-
One of Sea-
One of Sky-
they're forever denied