A Painters Diary

[Lacrimosa]

Is it too late?

I had a dream about her she would not let me see her face.

She said it was not time, and something held me down.

I wanted to peek, I think she knew.

She said instead to go to her Church, and within the walls I would find a broken man.

He would help me.

He was kind. 

Yet he was not broken, he was shattered.

Ser Elias, I asked how you were.

I think you tried to hold it together. I hope you liked the picture I painted.

She lets me see it, as much as it hurts at times. She lets me see what is inside.

I hope you aren't sad. I hope you remember. 

I am sad, I think she wanted me to be there. To ask you how you were?

Not that it mattered, but if I see you again, I think I'll try to paint an Eternal Painting. . .and I hope you tell me your story.