Spectrum of Lawliette

When I first met Lawliette, he told me he believes people have many colors to them.

At first, his were the brightest I’ve ever seen. When he was happy, Lawliette was the most vibrant shade of yellow.

When he was upset, it seemed that the world was painted in ugly shades of blue all around him.

His colors leaked into my life. I saw the world in the same colors he did, I felt them too.

When he was the darkest shades of red with anger, I was too.

Lawliette was every color all at once sometimes, and it was an atrocious sight. Yet the most honest.

Now, more times than not, his canvas only exists in shades of grey. The dullest of all colors.

I always knew that the world could take some people by their souls and wring them broken

I wonder how his colors started to fade from the utmost vibrancy to the most monotone.

Lawliette was a personified piece of art that I couldn't stop looking at, and like most great art, he made me painted the world in a way 

I never saw things.

Like most great art, he is priceless.

Like most great art, the impression they leave marks your being forever.

Unlike most great art, Lawliette was a person

And unlike material art, people cease to exist.

Lawliette once told me he believes people have many colors to them. Colors that you can see.

He never told me that the colors you feel are the worst of them all.