A picture's worth a thousand words.
That's what you used to tell me all the time. The beauty of art far outweighed words plainly written on paper. Pictures breathed life into our imaginations and painted countless images brought to mankind.
You were a painter, I remember. Whenever we had free time away from the pain and stress of being a idol, you'd sit down in your cozy studio that you had decorated yourself and start to paint something. I'd never seen someone paint like you before. The strokes of your paintbrush seemed to just glide across the canvas as more and more ideas flowed from your mind. Painting to you was merely a translation of ideas from thoughts to pictures.
And you never really talked much, did you? You never needed to anyway because to us, pictures represented a thousand words. A thousand words that weren't said aloud, but heard instead.
But after you left me, all I ever saw was the picture of you in my mind. I never spoke again after that.
After all, a picture's worth a thousand words.
I'm sorry this isn't really good. I was really distracted cuz I was in China.
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