when my mind interlocked with these two .. I couldn't help but feel this luminous cascade of thoughts gushing my mind , reflecting unseen colors and each of them was glowing by itself . challenging each other who can be the brightest .. when I first met these two I predicted that I'll be inspecting some artistic touches , but I didn't know that it would make me an artist .. not just me .. I learned that everyone is an artist ... I can see us drawing our own piece of art over a canvas .. each one of us is holding this tremendous brush stroking it over the white canvas of life ..
I saw how he was stroking his brush over that canvas .. thinking that he made wrong lines and colored terribly .. yet I didn't agree with him .
and her .. her canvas radiated a lot of pain , I felt my heart being squashed under the influence of life unfairness . how she had to cope with that person holding her hand and making his own strokes without considering that this canvas wasn't his in the first place .. I felt powerless as she felt powerless for not having any choice but to accept it ..
" sacrifice" was a huge word for my brain to process , it was heavy I couldn't carry it at the beginning of the novel .. but after I shifted some of my weight toward her .. I was able to understand it and process it ..
when I reached the middle of the book , I found myself wrapped with light thin strings and superficial conversations .. I felt the need of some literature to cut this monotone road I'm walking .. I was on the edge of collapsing and falling of the road .. I needed some of what I had in the beginning ; intoxicating thoughts of his , flawless mind of her , the creativity and mind blowing portrait that I had to see through out their unison . where all of this had gone ?? yet I was only tied with many thin strings .. I couldn't drop myself and I just had to walk .. or more like stagger ..
as I reached the end of the novel , it was all brought back to life I was able to see why he was special and why she had to love him .. I saw why he hold on to her after letting go .. I saw that she was powerful not powerless .. and what made it more beautiful that all of it was wrapped with glorious artistic souls .. souls that was created by a man named OMG! ;)
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