LOST IN THE SHADOWS

In my quiet studio, filled with colorful paintings, I stand alone. Each painting tells a story, expressing my feelings and thoughts. But sadly, not many people seem to notice or care about them. I love painting, even though it seems like nobody loves my paintings back. They hang on the walls of a small gallery that few people visit. It’s a lonely place, where my paintings stay hidden and forgotten. I put my heart into every brushstroke, showing my emotions on the canvas. But most people walk by without even a glance. They prefer other paintings, ones that are brighter and catchier. My paintings are left behind, ignored by the world. Still, I keep painting. I can’t help it—it’s what I love to do. Even when nobody seems to care, I find comfort in my art. Late at night, when everyone else is asleep, I come to my studio. There, surrounded by my paintings, I feel at peace. Sure, my paintings might never be famous or make lots of money. But that’s okay. They mean something to me, and that’s what matters. Painting helps me express myself, even if nobody else is listening. So, I’ll keep painting. Even if my paintings stay hidden in the shadows, I’ll keep creating. Because painting isn’t about being famous—it’s about sharing a piece of yourself with the world, no matter who’s watching. And in that, I find joy, purpose, and my true self.