He was just a man who saw the true beauty in his life, he saw the stars in the sky. He wanted others to see the same beauty that he did, to become a romantic like he was. He saw pain, and painted it with love. He understood suffering and elegance. He stood in summer with a heavy heart and watched over the beautiful mountains and admired they sky as it changed hues. He wanted to capture it and set it free all at once. He didn\'t just see the world, he felt it, he understood it. He knew how unfair life was, and he knew prehaps people will never understand how he portrayed the magnificence of this Earth. He knew the darkness people held in their hearts, but he always knew that the snowly land and the flowers next to the books were enough. His love stood true, even when the people could not love him. Under the stars, he chose to take his life as lovers often do. He would never know the admiration that was to come for him, but it was destined that the world was never meant for someone as beautiful as him. His visions lay in disturbing hallways, and perhaps the people who pass may never understand what he tried to say.