Painted.

" Yeah, but I already know you are insane...."

".. And for some reason, you have not run away.."


You paint my skin
In hues of blue
Purple
And the healing shades of yellow and green.

Each stroke of your brush sends a wave.
I am remined of you until the paint chips away.
But you will be here again.
your brush ready to make a new mark
To remind me of your unspoken words.