Feeble

Please spare the art-speak. This is just an underpainting, a base layer :)

Remember the time we went to the park, one summer, many years ago? I was young and selfish. We had an argument. I can’t remember what we argued about. I knew I was wrong, yet because of my pride, I did not acknowledge it. Deep inside I wanted to ask for forgiveness but I could not bring myself to do it. I was a coward. I had no courage to tell you I was sorry. Instead, guilt ate my soul. I was ill tempered and moody. We had photographs taken. We were all smiling and looked very happy, but on some scenes you had a straight face while mine was indifferent. Years later someone we both love said that she refused to work for you because you are not cool like me. You know what? I was incensed! That made me so angry because that was not true. You don’t care about appearing or being cool that it makes you so much cooler! You are so much better because you are smarter and you are more intelligent and much more accomplished. You are courageous, and hardworking. Do you know that I love you so much? You are the best and the brightest. It is even more incredible because in every group where you are the best and the brightest, you are also the youngest. You know why I look bright? It is because I look up to you. I just reflect your light. I am so proud of you. When I finally left, the first thing I did was to write you a letter, asking for forgiveness. And then I called you and told you I was sorry. Do you remember what you said? “Aaaw, that was nothing.” And you laughed. But I insisted that I was sorry and so you said, “Okay, I forgive you, but there is nothing to forgive.” When I came back for our father's funeral, Frey and I met in Minnesota for the flight back home. Our plane arrived after midnight. Everyone had gone home earlier. We were the last ones to go home. You could have gone home earlier too but instead, you waited for us. You met us at the international airport and together we took the first flight back to our childhood home. Do you know that Father was with us when we had that argument at the park? I love you so much, I will give you my lungs, my life. I wish I am with you right now. How do you paint love? I do not know. I can’t. Any attempt would be feeble.

(Listen to Enigma's Morphing Thru Time)