the artist picked up a painbrush confidently
and painted a big bright smile on the mask.
the artist looked up for a second
and breathes in the air that was deemed fresh.
 
painfully, as the artist's heart broke into pieces,
the artist looked down at the masterpiece.
 
it was meant to be a happy day the day before
but all this artist could think about is misery.
the sadness that a person would feel
after all the feelings of happiness are used up.
 
incidences happens for only a second.
while memories last forever.
as the artist continued painting the big bright smile,
the artist recalled the unhappy memories.
 
perhaps no one would understand the pain in that small heart.
the artist always feels ultimate sadness when faced with absolute joy.
i am the artist. the mask is my face.
the droplets are my tears of joy and sorrow.
 


posted by ellie at 7/17/2004 12:54:00 am