The Character

I was the shadow he unintentionally cast, the pain he unknowingly inflicted. I was the silence he didn't hear, the tear he didn't see. I was the character of a colorblind, deaf, and blind stranger who didn't know how to sculpt his art, nor see the beauty I possessed. I was the inspiration he didn't know he had, the fuel that fed his fire, the flame that burned unseen, the silence that gave voice to his art. I was also the shadow that gave depth to his light, the invisible part of his story, the character who never had a name, the sacrifice that gave life to his art.