Scare Away The Dark

It was Monday at 5 p.m. or something like that, it was a very cold day and the sun was already becoming tired of us. It was another winter day in that lonely city. Another day looking at the best creation I ever did. That painting has more soul than you, my beloved and stupid reader. All the anger I've ever feel, all the pain, is represented in that fucking ugly canvas.

Tuesday was a little bit different. I needed to talk with the sea. 

We talked about you and we concluded that it'd be better for us if we burned that stupid photo. You know the one, the one that we took dancing in the sand. 

And that takes us to Wednesday.

"There is no painting without pain."

I thought.

And that's why I made it. 

I made it through the darkness and beyond. 

...

I still hope that someone will see my painting, that someone will read my message, that somehow someone will find out that letter of love I wrote with paint and things will start to change. I really know inside that day will come. But even if that day comes, I bet gorkavlogs will still get more views. 

And that's unfair,

because it wasn't beautiful then, but it sure is beautiful now.