a smile

to whom do I owe this great pleasure?
My smile who sits beside me awaiting to talk. I look at it in the eyes of whom look so familiar. They are my own. I see what it is like to be happy. I long to be one with that happiness once again.
When I see my smile looking at me she says to me. O How i have missed your soft face and your sweet laugh. I want you back.
The loneliness sets in once again and all I see is a melancholy look upon my face. Wishing to see my eyes light up whenever I am excited and unable to speak my joy. Where have I gone? How have I survived all these years with this mask that is painted upon my face. To whom can I turned to?
Who will help me destroy the painting that is plastered upon my face? None other than the creator himself. He has the brush and the paints.

The world of an artist should be filled with unseen things and a world where miracles can happen.
I wish to be the artist who changes the name of art and brings art back together with whom it belongs to. The Lord who reigns on high.