Affinity and Moods

Art is an antidote to despair.
The mercurial urge struck. Creativity doodles rising, he grabbed his paraphernalia. Expert, unmindful, fingers once again, found their masterstrokes.
Beneath the star-studded sky, in the mountain foothills, a lone cottage stood. A couple lovingly watched their child playing gleefully, in the garden.
Satisfied he drew back.
But oh! The window? It’s closed. And did he paint it blue?
Ironically, resembling his ex-girlfriend’s home, whom he’d abandoned, pregnant.
Now, he, divorced, childless; she, married, could never enter each other’s world.
Guilt, they say, nests deep inside. Art mirrors feelings. We only see what we want.

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