Silence: Genisis Part II
You sat in the sun too long. The photo had faded, and you stopped seeing Eden: it was just another park in the city.
You woke up in a familiar bed, but felt lost. What was keeping you here in this bleached beauty? You took up your paints and your brush.
First, you compensated. Using pastels, bright colours, you touched up the painting. It was too bright and rang false with the force-fed adaptation of happiness and light. You retraced it with oils; a little dark and grime will mellow it some. Still unsatisfied, you did a black and white. There was no comfort in these all-too-many shadows.
Finally, you packed up your brushes. Let your picture stay abandoned on the ground. You walked away and noticed how true the scene was when just seen through your personal eyes. How perfect it was just to walk through it and stop describing paradise.