Fuel for an artist.

This specimen, what is it?
Is this some new life form?
Maybe I can tell it something.

It shivered as it received a whisper.

Emotion?
No, something I can use.
Not something expressed, but infused.
Acquired automatically.

Slowly it fades away, as it calls out faintly.
Why do you rationalize me?

No do not leave.
You are something my mind needs.
What my artistic mind craves.

I love art. Do you see what I see?

I see you are built.
Built by the ideas and free air around all.
You are inspiration.

You are my lover.
I am your Muse.
Lets create passion in vivid images.

Flashback memories to times that are in reverse, as I raise my hand to create.
Something that is a privilege given to us.
Humanistic approach destroys this.
Fuel for an artists soul.