"Oh how pleasant the evening sky is, so many colors of a painters pallet smeared and mixed across it. Bright yet pastel looking."

His lips were a ocean blue, white waves crashing inside is green eyes. A firm grip was held on the paint brush in his acrylic covered fingers. He didn't have any plan on what to put on the white canvas, so he let his own head do the planning.

A hair tie was keeping his wild culry hair back, as the mixing and brush strokes filled the whiteness. A lovely blue sky with hints of red in the background, and a face of someone near and dear to him in the front.

Carefully stroking colors of peach and white, he hardly noticed how much time this would take. But he could care less, this was normal of him to do.

Spending hours, or even minutes of just painting, was his coping method to everything. It helped simmer down the visions and voices.

The place he kept all his painting supplies was in his room. All sorts of paint and canvases laying around and paper's full of writing. It wasn't the cleanest room, but it's where he felt most safe. At least, most of the time.

"Almost done.."

Few more shades and tiny details later, it was finally finished.

Observing his work, there was something missing.

There was already all kinds of color and the eyes were perfect, but he felt like it needed something.

"Yellow!"

With that, he dabbed on white and yellow, making little clouds all around.

A continent smile on his blue lips, and waves of white calm inside those green eyes. He never felt happier.

The man he loved, painted to perfection on the canvas, with his favorite shade of yellow for clouds.

"I will show Alex tommrow. He will be so proud of me! Don't ya think?"

The scratchy black figure sitting on the couch behind him nodded, but was silent. That was his friend, or rather, the figure only he could see.

"Glad you agree. Because you didn't last week and that made me mad, because i thought Alex would love my cats sleeping in a basket."

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If your confused on this, basically John is mentally unstable, and he is really good at painting because of that. Its his way of being happy. The figure is his illness, and only John can see it obviously. Alex is his caretaker, he gives him medicine and John considers him as his own "friend". So every time he paints something, he automatically wants alex to see it and say how good it is because no one else will. So he always asks the figure if alex will like it, and if it says no, john hides the painting and never brings it up again. I hope that makes sense i suck at explaining things-