Vincent
I walked through the deserted streets and looked down at the cobblestone streets as I went. I refused to look up, for the stars have caused me enough pain. So had they for everyone else. That’s why no one is out at this hour, I thought to myself. It is because of the stars that no one liked me, that people thought I was insane. And to be honest, I adored the stars.
I painted them for what they were. The little balls of light blues, yellows, and occasionally white that swirled around in a dark sea of the blackest black and midnight blue. The town below would admire their beauty and their majesty. That is how I viewed them, with awe. Though they still betrayed me, turned on me. For one could not simply catch they’re beauty with paint and a brush, nor with anything else. Neither words nor works could do them justice. People could not understand that.
Yet, I still continue to paint and try to capture the beauty of the colors of this world; so that someday people might come to respect them and see the stars for what they are.
A little bit about what's going on here: during my freshman year in high school I started to write little narratives to go along with some of my favorite songs. These songs are from anywhere and everywhere. Some are oldies, some are from movies, some are new. It was/is any song that makes me feel the urge to write.
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