A dark soul, in a city full of light. The smiles, the joy, the love would make you think there wasn't any darkness and it wasn't yet night. Paris.
There was this wind, it touched my skin. A certain loneliness in the cold and the sweetness of sin. The love of being in love and an appreciation for art. Paris.
I had only taken two steps from the raving engine as the old bus drove away. I felt like a stranger in the shade without day. Something I'd say, is I felt out of place. Not because I was a foreigner here but because it was the city of love and I was the saddest person in the universe.
I walked, through the cold. Rather bold, for a girl who didn't know anyone and anything about this place.
I thought, about my thoughts and the reason I lived. About my hollow life and the sorrow I breathed.
About my last taste of life and why I should fulfill my last wishes to myself, to do the most unique Art pieces ever achieved.
11 blocks and I was back to my quarters. Tomorrow, I'd have my first lesson in Art. My first dance with the first love of my heart, the Art.
I will sit there and let a tired old man tell me the ways of the paint brush and ink. The ways of thought and how to think of new images, new ideas and let them sink in the ink of my mind and paint one more image on skin. One more wish to fulfill. Just one more, void to fill. One more, before I go.
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The Art of Killing You
Mystery / ThrillerNatasha is an African girl in love with Art. She can't take that she is in the last moments of her life because she has cancer. She travels to Paris to live out her dream of becoming a recognized painter before she dies. There, she meets Ian. And ge...
