Gemotions

He stared at the blank canvas, his mind a whirlwind of colors and shapes. The music pulsed through his headphones, igniting a fire in his soul. He had never felt so connected, so alive. He was painting something fresh, something new, something that would define him. He felt as if he could finally become the artist he had always dreamed of being. His hands moved with a surety he never knew he possessed, guided by an invisible force. He had to keep going.

Later that day, a friend sent him a link. He clicked on it, his heart quickening. The website was showcasing similar works. The comparison. His hero’s work. His own work. The air left his lungs. A coldness settled into his bones.