Make Different Art

When you stop being able to make art. . .

The pills kicked in.

The muse left.

The spark died.

The words don't make sense.

The paint won't mix.

The clay won't mold 

This moment, at this moment, the moment you least want to work. 

That, THAT! Is the moment you throw yourself at your work.

Write, write every insipid, ludicrous, maniacal and indecipherable word.

Throw paint, paint everywhere and everything until the paints are forced to mix and blend into a river of colour.

Make every shape, form and idea until your surrounded by creation. 

You made chaos.

Good Job.

Author's Note

I think it's okay. Review honestly.