dear Theo,
I'm writing this letter to you because I'm actually disappointed. The world constantly lets me down. Humans let me down because there's a terrible lack of humanity on this wretched planet. I beg your pardon, this is a very common phrase and I don't want to look dull. Not to you, at least.

Starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey

_'Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the
Darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colors on the snowy linen land._'

I know you would have understood me. You used to understand Vincent: he was art, he was the bright yellow paint on the canvas of this cold place. I'm sure that every human has the tools to become art himself. It only takes a broken heart, a fervent, extraordinary mind.

_'And now I understand what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
They did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now._'

And maybe I'm a fool but I'm broken and tired and I know you would have understood.
You used to understand everyone.

'And when no hope was left in sight on that starry
Starry night.
You took your life
As lovers often do;
But I could have told you
This world was never
Meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls