When all you can do is to sit and watch the world fall down and crumble in front of your very eyes. I took my long gone sturdy paint brush and drenched it on the gloomiest color on my palette. Pale blue, it made my canvas talk like the world has run out of laughter. I am alone and no one is on the other side. Behind the deafening applause, I was lost in an ocean of thoughts, drowning me till I can hardly breathe. Fire emanating from my cavern, drying my throat like a hundred days of summer has gone by and getting lost in the middle of arid sand dunes when oasis is inexistent.

I keep on watching as it slips through my fingertips, the remnants of my devastated and shattered world. I picked up the rhythm of mastering the art of deception the way a clown hides his faced emotions underneath all things bright and neon colors. Yes, that is what I am lacking. Colors. I need colors. Only then when I realized that it dominated my canvas. I hate it but I was raised with it. I learned to grew up with what I despise. I searched below my seat and happened to tip over the opened cans of paint, splattering all over the wood in vibrant hues. I become blinded by the sight of it. It pierced through my eyeballs until I was left out of images to process.

And my world fell down. I dropped on my knees to pick up the now emptied cans of paint. Yellow, red. I decided to dip the bristles of my olden brush. It made a puddle of all things bright and... right. I wasn't aware of that word and it only occurred to my mind at the moment. Bright. I came back to my seat and gave my canvas a final touch. A dot amidst the sea of lone souls drifting far apart from each and other.

"I made it!"

I found my world turning upside down. So fast, it made me all dizzy, but the right kind of dizzy. It was unintended. I never expected it, not at all. It never occurred to me that the brightest colors will complement blue. And it marked the beginning of my breakthrough.