THE BOY WITH HIS ARTS OF HALLUCINATION

It's a windy summer, a cold faced man holding his paints and canvas looking for the same spot to sit in and to think for something that can help himself to bring back his interest in making artworks. This is his first time again to hold his tools for a very long time, he just suddenly abandoned his arts for some sorrowful reason. He never tells anyone about whats going on about himself he just want to be alone, its been months when he start to become like this. The first day that he tried to paint, he was not even able to draw a single stroke on his canvas and the he decided to go home and sleep. The second, third and the first whole week that he tried to paint, he just always stare in the sky and never use his tools. Sometimes the night catches up with him, just staring the sky the whole day. The next morning he tried to paint a rain in his canvas then suddenly he felt the rain pouring on him but but he's not getting wet, he look above and see dark clouds that makes the rain, he continue his painting and doesn't stop even he felt the strong rain on him, for some reason after he finished his painting the rain stops and the sky is back to normal. The next day he goes out again and went to the same spot to paint. Today he tried to paint flowers, white hyacinth flower to be specific. While making his painting he saw that there something growing in the soil around him and in just a second he see himself surrounded by enormous amount of hyacinth flower. Even though he sees the flowers, he can smell the scent of it. The next day same as the previous ones he get up and went outside and sit in the same spot where he paint. He saw a raven looking at him, he tried to paint the the raven and when he is done he look again to the raven but in the last time he look at it the raven is gone. He look up at the sky because of frustration but his face change quickly when he saw whats in the sky, he saw uncountable ravens flying towards him he just close his eyes when the ravens will going to hit him. He felt the every scratch tht ravens did to him, he cried with closed eyes because of the pain but when he felts that its done he open his eyes and see that he didn't have any wounds in his body even a scratch, nothing and the ravens also disappeared. The next day he still go out and carry his tool to his spot outside to paint again, he didn't mind what happen to him yesterday, he just want to look at the sky again. While looking at the sky he grab his brush and let his hand paint anything in his canvas, he did a lot of stroke without knowing what is the result of what he's creating. when he satisfied his self he stop painting and looks on the art he made, he saw that he made an artwork of fire the long he stared to his art he felt that the fire is coming out from the painting. the fire start crawling to his hand and to whole body, he felt the extreme heat in his body bu the thing is he never get burnt on these fire. After this thing happen its like just the other day he just went home and sleep.The next day he woke up early and the sun still not coming out he still decide to come out and go to the same spot of him outside and he never forgets to bring his pating tools. It stil dark outside but he still go, he sat on the same place and look at the stars that gradually vanishing while the sun is coming out, he sea the beautiful sunrise that made him to paint this beautiful view.