The Sun was along the evening course Shining through the openings in the blinds As the light seeped through the blinds. The boy laid on the bed, His face on the pillow The light scanned the walls of it's empty items. The walls were painted a deep blue, as if the sky had a deeper meaning. The Boy had His face in the pillow, soft and cushioned. As the light seeped further down, the left was lit up. The square artful page of designed, dropped vines and sweet words. The boy had his Face in the pillow, the sun beamed above him. The setting sun was a burning red color. As the boy looked up and the fire-etched image of yesterday's fun, photographed. Looking up, as the crimson red sun fell along the horizon. The boy was flooded in a pool of memories. He felt alone at the pool, no longer adding water with that part of the pool. As the light, fading in strength, dimmed. The portraits appeared at last, from top to bottom, framed on the counter. It seemed to imitate a marriage of eternal love. The boy scanned with the natural light of joy, and warmth. As he smiled before looking away, sideways right. He turned over and looked at the blank wall, looking for a clean-slate. He looked around once more, alone on the bed he took comfort of the shadowy-night. The once lively color of the former arts were once there, but now is renounced One last look and he blinked, as the items dissapeared.