Life is like a painting

Life is like a painting
full of joyful and sorrowful colors;
but sometimes, the brush slips from our hands, and only eternal blackness settles upon the canvas of the heart..

@vesxonit :
Sometimes our hand slips, and the dried black stain on the brush suddenly settles upon the canvas with newfound life, ruining what we had so delicately breathed soul into for hours upon that white panel..