“You can’t see! So Let me help you!” I yanked his head up, surprised by the strange sound the separation of dried blood and skin produced. His chin has almost glued to his chest. “See, you should thank me! I just unglued you!” The room filled with the roar of my laughter, and the slight fluttering of his eyes revitalized my excitement. “I’ll help you, I’ll help you!” I repeated between laughter. “I just want you to see.” I leaned in and whispered. “The world is full of art, beauty is all around us.” My head nodded along, as if the points I made needed affirmation. “We just have to make it.”
Suddenly I felt a wave of calm, the drunken energy that previously electrified me seemed abruptly vanished. I held his head between my hands, the paint brush digging into his ear, and gazed deeply into his eyes. “I just want you to see.” I whispered again. Firmly grasping his jaw, I held his head high. “Now look” I roared, as I drove the wooden tip of my paint brush into his eye.