Nope, I’m not gone yet! I’ve just had a very lack of motivation and inspiration to write anything, but now, finally, I threw something together. At first I wanted to name it “The sinners” but it felt like I wouldn’t be able to avoid religion or things that could be connected to it, so I went for something else. Thereof, not what I was thinking of writing but it’s something. Something bad, haha.
Date: 01/08 – 12
Through twisted eyes
He drew a painting that covered his entire wall. A painting so full of colors and life. In it was his life, his dreams and his hopes. All that made the man him were in the painting. The colors vibrated through the air, almost as if they changed shape every time the man looked at it. He had shown the rest of the village his art. The fear that filled their eyes, the colors which almost took their sanity away. The man didn’t understand, “could they not see the beauty?” he wondered.