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Illustration by @_ximena.arias
I tried to paint
For I feel low again.
The dark colour suits the darkness in me.
Just like the way it always used to be.
I tried to paint
But no pattern can correctly describe the pain I feel.
Desperate to find out something,
I held the brush tighter, touched the paper's corner.
And thought of how this pain could embrace the colour.
Suddenly the paper cut a thin line on my palm
And red gushed out with pain in it,
That's what I am made of.
Of pain, I think
All aghast, the blood dripped on the blank paper.
And i knew that no pattern can describe how i feel.
Any better than this
The pain?
It is Nobel, Genuine and Familiar
It is deteriorating.
But I will continue to paint about You
Until the pattern and paper
Start to hurt me too.
If I had to promise you something, what would it be?................................................
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Published on July 05, 2018
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