Road To The Moon [one-minute stories]

Sunflowers of My Life

If my life had a color, it would be yellow. If my life had a smell, it would smell like the sunflowers in a field. So beautifully swaying in the wind, no men or women can merely pass them without stopping to admire their beauty. So warm their color, so inviting their smell, one would almost wish to become a bee, to be able to indulge ourselves in the heart of the flower. But after a sniff, everyone leaves, why?

Beauty must be captured, men and women must have it for themselves no matter what. But my life doesn't belong to anyone, I'll never wear a yellow ring, never buy a flower for a woman. Instead, I take the flower that resembles my life so much, for myself. I won't abandon its beauty in the field, like so many. In my house as yellow as its leaves, I'll nurture it, love it's beauty each and every day. And after several days I discover that this flower is so much more like my life than I initially thought.
Its leaves have fallen off, its heart has gone brown as the stem gives in to the weight and lets its head hang in shame.

Grace lost, beauty gone. The flower is now a mere shadow of its once beautiful self. As I am a shadow of the hopeful blooming man I once was. Thinking myself a creator of beauty, maybe I'm meant to capture its loss.

loving,

Vincent

A/N: So, I just spent hours in front of this painting, after watching 'Loving Vincent', and no matter how colourful and splendid it seems at first, the more you look, the sadder the painting looks. Especially, if you know what Vincent van Gogh was going through in this part of his life. If you ever have the chance to see the movie 'Loving Vincent' do it. Its amazing!