Vyshnoo

Lost souls

​Somewhere between “I can’t lose my favourite crayon” and “What do you mean by art?” you lost yourself.

So, I was flipping through the pile of paintings of my childhood. What I found were just some scribbled pages with splashed colours. Then I looked again. Maybe, it seemed just splashed colours, but to my surprise, I also found some childhood, where everything was enjoyed at the moment. You ask about the bad? Well, don’t really remember much of it. Why? Because happiness was all that mattered.

Then I looked at my hands. They were just lines, I thought. Knees with a few marks of those childhood bruises, but don’t remember them clearly. The only thing those bruises could leave were physical marks and not mental damage.

Now, the paintings use more of red. A lot of red. Black. Blue. Does yellow exist?
What are you thinking about?
What is she going to write next?
See, that’s where you lost yourself. You ain’t even concentrating. No, really. Stop chasing. Instead, have fun on the journey.

Stop telling yourself that bullshit story that happened yesterday. That you had had a fight with her, that your attempt failed and that you are miserable at everything.
Yes, that’s where you got lost.

When did you stop forgetting the bad. It’ll remain with you like your kindergarten bruises, but this time in your head. It’s your wish if you want to let go.

Off Course you can’t forget what had happened, you know it. But the difference is will you remember what you had for dinner last week or the fun you had at the restaurant you went with your family last month?