Timalapse-of-a-white-canvas

 


Not long ago, the canvas had many colors. The smile was not defined from the cheeks only but by her beautiful eyes too. There was something very refreshing about her way to speak and looking at the world around her. Her heart was a source or pure white ray that could make anyone feel cheerful. Her beauty was something the only music and art could define. When smiling, looking at her made people think that the view was a painting of thousand thoughts and million emotions. Her way of interacting was so delightful that everyone became a prisoner of it. Admiring her was like watching the sunset with a very soft music in the ears. In pages of history many songs were sang for her beauty, different poems were written for her smile. She was just like a myth which was captured by some lucky eyes. She was wise beyond her age, being a bit of an enigma. She was young, but her wisdom was curved like a semi-wise and naïve but yet understanding soul. All she wanted was just a bit of love and a potion to make her great smile greater. She deserved the love and care which was unique with her own meaning. Her idea of love was not the perfect or flawless but a like a good poetry which she kept and cherished by her heart.

Soon reality took over, she fell for someone unworthy. Lies slipped in

She to herself that “ My love will be  like chapters of a book which increases its value with time and understanding”                                                                                                                                                                      And                                                                                                                                                                                                                   He expressing “ Our love will be beyond any comparing and different from all ”

What a great shame for the fact that both were lying.

A white flower started to lose its value. The canvas started losing beautiful colors, the smile turned lifeless. The great white turned grey, flaws were found in the flawless, lies slipped in. Her innocent soul fell prey to the cruel reality she thought she could change.

Now in a reality where hope and generosity is pitch-black and intimacy depends of valueless words.

Her disguise is pain, self-doubt and a canvas full of algorithmic color of

BLACK and WHITE.

 

 

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