A Canvas of Colors

I remember the day I first saw you.

The wind was full of roses and the sun streamed down with snowflakes. When you spoke, gold and jewels fell from your lips.

You were giggling while holding up one of my canvases. The lights around you shifted quickly from blue to magenta to orange. I had never seen such vivid progression before. You could thus imagine my curiosity in you, a creature that brightened up the world with colors I had never yet painted with.

“You made this?” I heard you ask, as rubies and turquoises cascaded from your mouth. “It’s wonderful! I love this explosion of colors!”

I smiled at you, and noticed how the gray in my hands slowly turned into a light pink. I cleared my throat, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Thank you. Would you… Would you like to see my studio?” I was hesitant but brimming with excitement to capture your majestic lights with my brush. “I know it sounds weird but…”

Your laughter echoed in my head, and I saw rainbows tumble in the sky. You grabbed one of my hands, which now turned into a deep shade of red. “I’ve always wanted to see an artist’s studio! I’d love to!”

I felt a blush on my cheeks, but gently led you into my black and white world. Yes, I was born sick, but I knew in my heart that right there and then, I loved you.

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Image source: deviantart.com/mark-chadwick/art/Abstract-Fluid-Painting-54-271826329
First written June 28, 2017.
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