Colors.I found a composition.
It was beautiful.
I was inspired and couldn't hold back the splendor that exploded within my mind.
I practiced hard, the images seeping from my brain, falling gingerly down my arm and dripping from my fingertips onto the canvas.
I found the shapes more than satisfactory, and I added color. The colors that swirled in my head.
Once completed after a hard, patient toil of time consumption, I sat back and observed the mass of creativity that had spilled from my mind.
I'd drawn a picture.
I loved that picture.
I know it wasn't as skilled or detailed as professionals.
But I loved the ideas and the creativity. I loved the progress. I loved what I did.
I wanted to show others.
I wanted them to feel that same inspirational splash that I did.
Someone was offended by my creative ideas.
They ignored the true image, the shared inspiration.
They only saw the one idea ad disagreed.
They tried to shut me down.
The splendid colors are now dull grays, blacks, and rusted browns.