kay7cie
I came up to the train station and went inside. I looked up at the list of places I could go. I didn't know how I could end up, where I would end up, nor who I'd encounter out there. All I knew was that was ready for a change. And that I could not wait. <3
Forgetting. Forgetting something is hard. Forgetting things that happen in the past. Forgetting things people say or do to hurt you. Forgetting someone you lost. Forgetting those unwanted feelings for someone. It's all hard. It all hurts. Some worse than others, some not so bad. It happens to us all. We all have something we wish we could forget. Some have multiple. And, believe me, I know how it feels.
One day, I painted a picture. I dipped my brush into the paint and just let it flow from brush to page. I started out with blue. I placed the brush onto the canvas and found myself painting a sky. After I painted the sky, I added clouds. I then painted green grass, equipped with a pathway leading across the page. I then added a large sun where the sky met the grass, making a horizon. I had yellow, orange, pink, any color you could associate with a sunset on the painting. After the sunset, I added the little extra detail the painting needed. Upon completion, I looked at what I had done and saw that it was good. Then I mounted it up on the wall. And there it has stayed since the day I painted it.