You were born with the abillity to see past the edges of any photo. Any photo you looked at could be expanded into a panoramic view of the moment that picture was taken. One day you walk into a museum and realized your power worked on paintings too. Then you saw something that left you stunned.
You walk into the museum mesmerized by the paintings. As you walk you realize that your eyesight is peering into what's beyond the frames. You're overjoyed with the promise of understanding the story behind a snippet so valuable an artist decided to make it last forever.
You go to inspect one up close. A painting of a serene countryside and you see children playing with their dog, despite it being a painting you can see their laughs and you can feel it warming your heart. You can see the pond clearly now that you can see the entirety of it. You see a mom hanging clothes, a dad smiling at his children. A kind of familial happiness that makes you miss this one dish your mom would so often make when you were a child.
You cross the hall to another painting, and it's one of terror and pain. You adjust your angle and the painting of a man with oh so much pain and anguish in his eyes. He is staring at his house burning down. You adjust your angle once more and realize he's staring at something with so much feelings in his eyes. Something that still stood amidst the smoke and ashes. It's a cradle. You put your hands to your mouth realizing that this is a look of a man that lost his entire world. His family. His everything.
You quickly leave eager to shove that weight on your heart away but you are met with another painting. One where a woman has her hands on her mouth and tears in her eyes. You groan "Not another sad one." you think. You try moving away but then you realize that she's staring at a man proposing. Her reaction is one of glee. She's enamored and to be united with her love.
You smile and almost failed to see the girl on the other side beneath the dream staring at the man. She too has tears in her eyes accompanied with a smile. She looks at the man as if he's a dream sad it's not real when he isnt even aware of her existence. You realize that she must be in love with him. For that is a look you too once had looking at the boy you loved so, so much. Looking at him loving another.
You and the girl are alike. Two girls staring at a boy whom they are in love with. Unable to do anything for you know very well that you'd rather see him happy with she whom he adores than be with you. She's smiling in spite of the tears in her eyes, just like you did and still do late at night when you're alone, happy for him because his happiness is all what matters.
You feel your eyes blurring and quickly leave. A painful reminder is not something you need.
You leave with a new sense of serenity for the same scenarios that have been happening throughout history in a tedious cycle of happiness and sadness. Anguish and glee. Heartbreak and love. Grief. Loss. Denial. Melancholy. Youthfulness. Adoration. Content.
You leave the hall and enter the floral paintings hall. Surrounded by a never-ending array of mesmerizing flowers and plants. You sit on a bench to ponder this thought. You sit and think "Oh. So this is what they mean about how no one gets everything." As your mind rushes thinking about it all.
(This feels like this audio btw)
