The world was our canvas. At first, I brought my shades of black and white and the most standard shapes and lines. Then I met you. The sweet serendipity filled the blank spaces of my world. What once was a hopeless bore of repetitive strokes became an intricate system of the most significant curves. You brought many new colours into my canvas. Shades of optimism started to show - it was the start of something new. However, there comes a time when a piece of art becomes finished. But this wasn't what happened. My canvas was abandoned, and I was left surrounded by a void of loneliness and pessimism. I'll start over knowing different shapes and colours, yet I refuse to show them. For every new colour, I reminisce our story. For every new shape, the pain came back and hit me like a stray bullet. Then I snap back into reality knowing it will never be the same ever again. What once was the beginning came to an abrupt end, and now I see in black and white all over again.
