the painter lives the life he feels he ought to live...
he does the tings he loves..he cries..he laughs...he goes into anger...
sumtimes he encloses himself and not make contact with anyone...
yet at times, he holds a little party and be joy with pple ard him...
& dere r oso times he destroys his very own art pieces...
unpredictable is the life and emotions of the painter...
but dere is neva a moment the painter has doubted abt his own life...
until the day...
sum1 told him how bad his paintings are...
it broke his heart...he has never heard such words...
& he lost the meanings & inspirations dat the paintings once owned..
he has alwaz thot his paintings were loved by the eyes of pple..
or at the least appreciated...
he doesn't know wat and when did he start to go wrong....
he can't turn back time...& he is unable to move forward...
he let time slips away...before he pickes up his brush again...
but with trembling hands...he cant strike up anyting..
staring blankly into the canvas..he sees no inspiration....
sadness is all that has filled up his eyes....
when will he ever find the beauty he once found in his paintings...?
nobody knows...not even himself....
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