The-Fireplace

I stood there. Just stood there. Looking out the window. Just stood there looking out the window. I watched as you fell from the sky, just like your brothers and sisters beside you. Falling from the painting of the painter. He paints the canvas. Oh, how he does! Sometimes he paints it grey, using a drippy paint. Dripping droplets all under his canvas. Other times he paints it a sky blue, with a big, fiery, orange circle. He even adds white splotches sometimes. You were special though. You landed on my window. I stood there. Just stood there. Looking out the window. Just stood there looking out the window. And watched as you fell