Encrypted Introspection

Brainwash

She was an artist, and an art herself.
Her brush strokes, her intuitive colour choices, her eye for beauty in paint, was next to none.

He was an artist, and a king himself.
He ruled the world with his sketches, governed through his pencil, his powers unmatched.

She grew older, in this world of brainwashing.
Doubt, priorities, and something called education buried her talent deep within. Her attachment blinding her of what truly matters, of what she was truly capable of. Never again could she trust anyone, everyone equal to her.
Why did she stop? Why? If only she had retained the practice, the flamboyance of her skills, her dreams would now be fulfilled, she would now be an incredible artist, known to the entire world.
Instead, she's now among the masses, standing out in her own way, a special way, the way only I can see.

He grew older, in the same world, but half-way across.
Doubt, insecurities, and something called lack of self confidence cased him into the chasm of chaos, into the graveyard of love. Never again could he trust anyone, everyone equal to him.
Why did he stop? Why did he restrict himself? If only he was free, if only he had his life at his disposal, under his command, without expectations, he would now be the artist he deserves to be, gifting the world with his prodigious pieces.
Instead, he's now among the masses, standing out in his own way, a different way, the way only she can see.

The creativity that once blossomed from their minds have now been rendered and programmed to follow the system. 

She sacrificed everything to be accepted in this society of animals with no brains, just tins of stupidity and greed to feed off success of others. The panic, struggles, sweat, immense hard work, time, it was all too much for her as it would for anyone going through what she did. The night she shed tears for her mother was the night everything changed. Expectations did not matter, society did not matter, she just wanted her mother to never cry for her again.
She became who she is now, one of the strongest people I have ever known.
Success followed, but her art was left behind, waiting for someone to bring that true beauty out of her again, to bless the world with her paintings again.

He was forced to give up on his capabilities, a diamond further crushed by the societal pressure, the same tins of stupidity, the same selfishness and guilt, the same animals, just 8000 kilometers apart. From London, Cambridge, Harvard to his home of limited opportunities and boundless expectations. From pure art of the skies and space to machines of the system that runs the world. The night at the park, the stars, the grass, the peacefulness of being the only one alive, about to die at the same time, was the night everything changed. Expectations did not matter, society did not matter, it was just him standing alone, stronger than ever.
He became who he is now, just him.
Success will follow, but his art is now left behind, waiting for someone to bring that true power out of him again, to rule the world with his perceptions again.

Both bound by the same passion, the passion of showing the world the hidden treasures of space, the mesmerizing secrets of the stars, the art of the universe. That truth, and more, brought them together. The pain and the path weakened them, the masses ruined them, but together they now stand against the world, defining their place among the lives of machines.
They are now living.

He met her, she met him, in this world of brainwashing.

She was her, he was me.

She was me, he was her, we were the same.

She is her, he is me.

It is us now, and it will be.