There's an empty canvas where you once stood. I've chosen not to paint it. All this time, the blank expanse has seemed too daunting. What colors, what subject, what scene - what image could possibly fill the void?
There's a beauty in nothingness. And a familiarity. In nothing, I can see the ghost of you. The faintest tracing of your darkest lines and brightest reflections. Some days, I see the ghost and can't help but smile, remembering what it was to know you. But when the moment fades, the pain washes back.
If I paint something there, will I forget you? The ghost will be exorcised. I may not feel the pain as sharply, but I'll not feel the spark of joy either.
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Vampirewitch39
16:55 Sep 02 2023
Spark can grow into freaking forest fires. :)
Ard
12:00 Sep 04 2023
I've found that just filling the canvas with blobs of paint without any structure can get other people to describe my feelings better than I ever could.
Ard
12:04 Sep 04 2023
And looking at these pictures 30 years later, I can remember exactly these feelings.
John666
14:57 Sep 07 2023
But, does joy need a spark to ignite, or can it be born from a fellow fire?