Sleep

Smiles . Fights. Tears . Silence .

The hands of the clock move like a paintbrush with quick, dying strokes of sorrow.

Her emotions add the colour , turn the grey into the rainbow, the tear into the smile .

Finally the painting comes to life . Created by the stroke of sorrow, brought to life by her passion and her love.

She sleeps. Time puts on a fresh canvas to paint love on her eyelashes.