Always drawn to the creative aspects of the human mind, What tickles me to amaze is the irony of such genius where the mind is not of the ordinary.
for instance, the lifetime of Vincent Van Gogh: creative madness.
I once met Vincent, he looks lost and shabby sitting all alone with a bag filled with brushes, his clothes were dirty. I came close to say hi, he doesn't seem interested.
I was keen to pick up a conversation for I travel time to meet this man who baffles me. I have only 15 minutes deadline before I go back to the time I was in.
I need to act fast so, I sat there beside him staring at the sky rather odd. there was pin drop silence for a while, I think I caught his attention when he said, "you are not from here".
I look at him straight into his eyes to my curiosity but he refuses to make any eye contact.
I understood, there are lots going on in his disturbed head but I can't figure this ironic man complexity. He started talking as if to himself and the lines were:
I am a dead man walking
I see beauty in bitterness
Creating my portrait in heed for stability
They call me mad.
I ain't mad, I just feel and see what people refuse to see
Death doesn't scare me
What scare me, is the loneliness I have walked alone
I may be insane to outlooks
But to me, I am just walking through time and death.
Before I could hear the next word, my time was up. I was back to my room and hear his voice no more, and I realized that was it, my searching is over.
He taught me to uncover the darkest with grace and beauty.