"I never saw the world in colors, but when he started to paint, I saw some shades I never could dream or imagined of.
It felt like the world was freezing around him for hours, only he and the music around him were still steady. He even forgot that I was watching him on the other end, cause his focus was only on him and his colors.
Just watching him stroke each paint brush after another made me want to draw him doing it. To capture someone in the situation where he disappears into his world like a deity.
All of that made me replace into a kind of rigidity and I was sure no one could make my heart beat in such a rhythm as he did at the moment."
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Russian Wolf
PoetryI have always pushed everything and everyone away from me, because I believed that no one would care who the person behind the facade is. But not to deceive you, he was not interested in the person either. But because of the pain he gave me, I start...
