The Lonely Painter (June 23, 2012)

Imagine a painter.
A painter who loves what he does with all his heart.
A painter who loves mankind.
This painter decided a long time ago, that he was going to dedicate every waking hour of his life, to painting, not just so he could enjoy it, but so the world could. He taught himself to paint, he taught others, he painted walls and canvas and skies, all so he could TOUCH and INSPIRE people. His heart had a lot to say, and it was loud. For a long time he did this, and he was happy.

Now imagine he was taken out of this world and put into a new one, a world where nobody could see.
He could still feel his love for the colors on the canvas, and for the world around him, but his inspiration was gone. No one could see him. He was lost in a world of darkness, alone with a love in his heart he could no longer share.

It made him feel empty, like living in a glass cage in a world where no one understands.
How could they? They can't see.. they don't understand what a painting is in this world, and why should they waste much time on trying? After all, what good would it do them to spend their time trying to understand this lonely painter, who just can't figure out where he fits in?

He doesn't want their pity,
he just wants to be free.
He wants to break the glass so people could see him again,
but he can't.

So the painter's alone. Alive, but alone.
With nothing but an empty canvas.