Colors lost their life that day...

"Artists...artists are like butterflies...

They have delicate hearts

But this society can't handle them..."

My mother answered as I told her

about Vincent van Gogh...

The Starry Night painter

was once said to be happy in London ...

With a rainbow heart and a sky mind

He drenched the canvas with his emotions

People unaware of this legend

put him in an asylum...

'cause the decieved Vincent cut his ear lobe!

But he painted...as paints and brushes

were still there...just like his brother.

He was 37... when voices were all over his mind

It was not easy to stop them...

So he picked up the gun...

And the bullet went straight to that golden heart

I wonder how many colors died that day....?

"But I could have told you, Vincent

This world was never meant for one

As beautiful as you...."

                                  - Don Mclean (Vincent)

Vincent van Gogh created history...but after he died.