I am an old artist. I was living in no place, no time and no light. All I had was a paint pallet and a brush.
Once, I perceived a white spot in the dark and I walked towards it.
"It's a semi circle" I said.
I hurried and when I got closer I could see that it was a sphere: one semi sphere of black words and another of uninked papers. It was breathtaking and ostensibly what I was looking for.
Feeling excited, I took my paint pallet to make all those meaningless words alive by giving them meaning.
"Ocean" was the first. I closed my eyes and imagined an endless blue. I picked a brush and started to shape my imagination on paper.
"Soil" was the next. I painted it in brown.
"Green would be a perfect choice." I thought.
I felt so tired and I needed to take some rest but that gloomy ceiling needed a light.
So, "Moon" and "Stars" were my next paintings.
I fell asleep over all those names. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. I got the word on which I lay my head. It was "Sun". I painted it in bright yellow and hung it in the sky to light up the...the..."World".
My world needed residents. I wanted to try something different , I added all colors together and I masterfully painted the "Man".
Animals, Air, Years Seasons...I painted all of them one by one.
"Done!" I said while putting down my pallet and brush to relieve my shoulder. I took some steps backwards to watch them all from a distance. It was beautiful but all those colors seemed so colorless, there must have been something missing, the most important thing.
Lost in thought, I saw there was one last word and one last piece of paper.
Holding "Love" close to my chest, I thought about the shape and color of love.
Edited by Gowaart