Creative living requires courage. Taking the road less traveled will never be easy but it will always take you to extraordinary places not many people have been.
Understand that you are not her first love, that she has made a lifelong pledge to her art. Realize you are just now becoming part of her story, that all her past experiences live on through her words.
I will devour you with my eyes.
You are vivid.
You are bright.
“These late twentieth-century landscapes begin to trace the geography of the mental landscape of our time. Like the ancient megaliths of Stonehenge and the lines of Nazca, these sites may be seen as monuments to the dominant myths and obsessions of our culture.”
Whatever the world decides to throw at you, make something out of it. Make art.
I would put my lips to your canvas, taste where the sweat dripped from the paintbrush, and the thick, metallic earthiness of your skin.
You touch me and everything is strawberry and piña coladas, my taste buds favor the sweet side of things. I make floral arrangements out of nerves every time you look at me.
“The sea’s depth can be predicted, but no one can know what’s in someone’s heart.”
And not just because she’s a subpar singer who is making loads of money from the occupation of being a pretty white girl in America.
It hits me while I’m walking home;
I haven’t spent more than a day with you in two years.