A light through glass, like a dagger to my soul. The sun was up, the wind ruthless in its flow. It took all of me to wake up. A part of me was fed up. I was tired of reminding myself this was my last journey. I tried to close my eyes but it wouldn't stop them from seeing the end.
I sat in a huge room, surrounded by the faces in glow. My eyes would burn, seen so much darkness I didn't know I'd be sore from seeing so much brightness from humans. All art, it made them all smile, it makes them all glow, and for a while, I know what it's like and I forget it all.
He talks, I hear him. A part of me doesn't care. All of me won't listen, I just end with an unsilvering stare. He talks about life and how it all is. Why art is the way and the only way to find inner peace. I don't believe him.
If he thinks art will bring inner peace, he must not know about 'Periodo Azul'. Spanish for 'The Blue Period'. This is used to define the period in the life of Pablo Picasso when he was filled with emotional turmoil. Although this lead to his works being discovered, he had never been at peace till his dying day.
And Vincent Van Gogh, on his death bed had but five words. Five words that I have come to believe.
'The sadness will last forever'.
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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...
