Know that blank pages feel the urge of the ink as much as tears paint a different pain, changes
At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.
I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I’m not around to tell you so.
It was any outcast’s nightmare.
If I looked carefully, I suspected I might find it beneath the black paint of the small acrylic by the window.