Thursday 3 January 2008

Vincent and I

Vincent and I are good friends.
He makes me think.
He makes me smile even in my darkest hour.
He makes me analyse.
He makes me question.
He makes me realise what a great life I have.
He has been my companion in those sleepless nights these holidays.
People say he was psychotic, but I think he had a great vision.
He made me think I could paint. ( If only using crayons.)
He can make me lose myself in his array of colours and brushstrokes.
He make me Happy.
I wish I could thank him, Vincent van Gogh

1 comment:

Abha said...

Nice! Topic close to my heart!
Feels like the depth of the thick and tidy brushstrokes is meant to carry a deep meaning.
And girl, you can paint!
Really well!