We were nothing but a few shades of grey molded into each other so beautifully. It was never to get more magical. I lost parts of me in you and so did you. But we were nothing but a few shades of grey and who wouldn't prefer a bit colour in their life? So you found yourself the perfect shades of the perfect colour, someone who is a better match to you than I am. And I tried so hard to become a colour, any colour, even the ones I hated, but I failed. And because I was so lost and confused I became every colour there is. And all colours combined create white. Now I am nothing but white shattered pieces holding on to the memory of a once magical life.
I never wrote an interpretation to any painting in my entire life, but I thought I would this time, because I didn't think many would get it right. Now I'm actually contradicting myself, because I always said the thing I liked the most about abstract is that everyone can see it differently, so even though I wrote an interpretation this time, I'd still like to hear those of other people.
Today is the 21st of November and I only realized that at the very end, but I was so happy, because I like the number 21 the most.
This is also the first time I paint something within the following two days after being inspired to do it and I am glad about that.
Ciao, beatiful people.
