Imagine a blank canvas
Title: Imagine a blank canvas
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: General
Warnings: (Inspired by JYJ) ambiguous POV; very abstract.
Disclaimer: I only own these words.
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Imagine a blank canvas
Imagine a blank canvas.
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You dabble in everything that catches your eye - and everything catches your eye, from the wonders of cooking to the world of literature to the art of photography.
You’re trying so hard to be good at everything that in the end you’re good at nothing.
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This is your life.
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You let yourself wander wherever your heart wants to go. You go left and right, forward and backward, up and down. You want to travel the world but in the end you haven’t traveled at all.
Maybe if you could just pick a direction, you could -
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-but you can’t. The canvas is blank and you cannot focus.
This is your life.
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You are listening to music one day when you catch yourself humming along, louder and louder until it is all that you are.
You find the notes you sing resonating with your heartbeat and you think that maybe, maybe this is what you were born to do. It is new and it is scary, but it is something you are good, great, phenomenal at, and you flirt with the idea until it hypnotizes you, takes your hand, and leads you someplace wonderful.
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Imagine a blank canvas.
Now imagine a bright rainbow-coloured stroke of a dream come true on the heart of that canvas.
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It is a beautiful romance.
The stage lights make you shine like a star, and the music pours light into your soul.
It is magical, brilliant, dazzling. It gets better and better and brighter and brighter - until it gets too bright and you cannot keep your eyes open any longer.
When you turn your gaze, you come face-to-face with reality; this place has lost its glamour; this place is not home.
The hold on your hand has become a little too tight for comfort, and through the pain, you think that maybe, maybe this isn’t the right choice for you after all.
So you fight free of the hold and escape.
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Imagine a bright rainbow-coloured stroke of love on the heart of a canvas.
Now wipe that canvas blank.
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It is hard to find your way back home when you can hardly see the path you’re taking. You were in that bright place for so long that its brilliance is etched in your mind, and has left you half-blind.
You do not find your way home, but you find a place that resembles home, and so you try to settle in as best you can. You try to settle into your old life, with the flavours and the words and the images, but it is dark and has no glamour. Silence creeps through the windows and echoes its melody into your ears. It is deafening, distracting, and you cannot focus on anything else.
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You try to imagine a blank canvas, but the paint has already seeped through, settled into the cloth, and your mind can not let go of the colour.
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Or the ghost of a hand in yours.
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This is your life.
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: General
Warnings: (Inspired by JYJ) ambiguous POV; very abstract.
Disclaimer: I only own these words.
-
Imagine a blank canvas
Imagine a blank canvas.
-
You dabble in everything that catches your eye - and everything catches your eye, from the wonders of cooking to the world of literature to the art of photography.
You’re trying so hard to be good at everything that in the end you’re good at nothing.
-
This is your life.
-
You let yourself wander wherever your heart wants to go. You go left and right, forward and backward, up and down. You want to travel the world but in the end you haven’t traveled at all.
Maybe if you could just pick a direction, you could -
-
-but you can’t. The canvas is blank and you cannot focus.
This is your life.
-
You are listening to music one day when you catch yourself humming along, louder and louder until it is all that you are.
You find the notes you sing resonating with your heartbeat and you think that maybe, maybe this is what you were born to do. It is new and it is scary, but it is something you are good, great, phenomenal at, and you flirt with the idea until it hypnotizes you, takes your hand, and leads you someplace wonderful.
-
Imagine a blank canvas.
Now imagine a bright rainbow-coloured stroke of a dream come true on the heart of that canvas.
-
It is a beautiful romance.
The stage lights make you shine like a star, and the music pours light into your soul.
It is magical, brilliant, dazzling. It gets better and better and brighter and brighter - until it gets too bright and you cannot keep your eyes open any longer.
When you turn your gaze, you come face-to-face with reality; this place has lost its glamour; this place is not home.
The hold on your hand has become a little too tight for comfort, and through the pain, you think that maybe, maybe this isn’t the right choice for you after all.
So you fight free of the hold and escape.
-
Imagine a bright rainbow-coloured stroke of love on the heart of a canvas.
Now wipe that canvas blank.
-
It is hard to find your way back home when you can hardly see the path you’re taking. You were in that bright place for so long that its brilliance is etched in your mind, and has left you half-blind.
You do not find your way home, but you find a place that resembles home, and so you try to settle in as best you can. You try to settle into your old life, with the flavours and the words and the images, but it is dark and has no glamour. Silence creeps through the windows and echoes its melody into your ears. It is deafening, distracting, and you cannot focus on anything else.
-
You try to imagine a blank canvas, but the paint has already seeped through, settled into the cloth, and your mind can not let go of the colour.
-
Or the ghost of a hand in yours.
-
This is your life.