Inspiration

I call this candy. It's not a short story or a story its just a piece of candy or a mini orgasm that I just had to get out.

She sat in the very core of the space that she owned month to month with the art of oil colors and harmonic instruments surrounding her. Everything that made her was in the company of her. People had continuously acknowledged her powerfully graceful skills. But as she laid on the oversized painting that had transpired through her fingertips from a time of great heartbreak,  she stared at the ceiling and let the tears slide from her unblinking eyes and onto the dried canvas. Sensual soul music seeping from the vinyl kept her company as she laid in the peace of melancholy. The damped cool air blew in from every corner of the room, for she had lifted each widow. It was raining and cloudy and her love for artistic value was heightened because she found quality in the dark days of populated cities. It was as the emotions from every passing soul blew into her asylum for her to express freely for those who were restricted from doing so. The pleasure of the moment satisfied her completely. The love, heartbreak, pain, exhaustion, happiness, laziness, energy and stress from the capacity that made the city an acquired taste, made love to her artistic abilities and fueled the fire that seemed to simmer. Inspiration.

Reviews

[vido.]

your inspiration most definitely succeeded. the poem makes me want to paint again, to express every single emotion itching at my fingertips. great write!

[+Naomi+]

Amazing. That's all I can say...