PAINT ME…
1. Beginning
Wind blows so furiously, agitating the whole forest. The sky becomes darker and darker, like wanting to create a black hole to suck everything that is alive. A tornado of bloody leaves and dust tries to break down the little house in the middle of the forest. I hear all that but doesn't scares me, I am to couth in this sweet and painful trance… everything hurts, fingers, arms, whole body…my mind goes crazy cause I can 't paint… I am getting sick because I cannot paint you…
The room is a mess, like my mind is… in a moment of rage I could not open a little bottle of paint so