blank canvas

she was sitting on the very same chair looking at the blank canvas. squishing her brain for some ideas. she took her glass beside, sipping the plain water. the brush was on the table untouched. her mind was not hers at that time.

the faces flashed inside her head. those eyes full of disgust and loath looking at her. even a blind person can read the eyes. they told her how stupid was she. they didn't have to tell her by words. she could see the reflection of brainless person inside of their eyes.

she can't do anything right. she came back to her sense. she put down the glass. the brush was taken, gripped tight by her blazing fingers. the brush stained with colours. all of her body suddenly flamed with feelings. the blank canvas started to filled with colours.

after a few hours, she put down the brush. she breathed heavily and her eyes stared static on the canvas. she wiped the sweat that flowed down her face.

but all she could see was a blank canvas.

_al-fateh, 22nd december 2014_

if only i could be like Park Shi On in Good Doctor, genius with savant syndrome, it'd be great. haha