Meaning in the Gallery

The Blank Canvas had meaning. (Chapter 1)

[Okay everyone I have wrote 5 chapters so far, and maybe moreby the time u read this, my friend said that the links did not load please msg if there are any dificulties, thanks]

I was sitting on a black abstract bench where the room contrasted in shade. The white colour was infinite. The art gallery was full of large ceilings and dim lighting. I looked up from reading the paper and noticed a familular piece of art. It stood out to me even though the coulour blended in with the background, it was just white. You could paint so much meaning behind it. It was as though the artist purchased a canvas then left their print of meaning on it. "Beautiful". the words tumbled from my lips. It was okay because noone else was here.

I was wearing elegent back shoes and dress pants/ shirt. As corny as that sounds for an art gallery. I didn't go to the art gallery by myself. no. I came here with my other friends for a party. My fellow band mate (Niall) was having a large party here. Simon got the art gallery closed off for the day for his party. He organized the whole thing.

I seperated myself from the whole crowd to relax and meditate away from the insanity. I would come and sit in this exact spot and stare at the exact blank canvas. I finally concluded in this moment that it was a metaphor for creating your own meaning in life, maybe. Maybe the artist wanted it to be a mystery. Maybe it resembles a blanket of snow. Haha. who knows? Maybe one day I will attach meaning to it. I close my eyes to rest peacfully. I felt at peace knowing I could safely visit a place from my memories without being bonbaurded from the media. It was a short reminder of what life was like before this "fame".  It was great to enjoy the moment by myself.