He took a drink of his tea, it was more water than tea and
the taste was horrible. He took a seat
in his chair looking at the blank canvas in front of him. The paint tray and water at his side he could
not even force a smile. He had nothing;
the bare apartment was not on his thoughts.
In his own mind, stuck in his thoughts there was nothing. No motivation. No inspiration. Only a wonder if there was
something, someone out there for him. The
longing for more than the life he was stuck.
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How awful to be so totally empty, you managed to get his feelings across well :)
ReplyDeleteEmpty and searching, but not hopeless. Very well rendered. Weak tea - blank canvas - bare apartment - all adds so much with such sparse wording. Thanks for another great Visual Dare Entry. :)
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