Painting Mood.A Story by Enigma MonsterGonna paint me a picture and this world goes away. Gonna paint some other time or some other place. Maybe your much-loved face. Or I’ll paint nothingness and see what that looks like. Spread out my careful colors under mediocre light. Figure out my mood so I can figure out my tunes. Slap on the best ever and blast it like grade 12. Crank up the dials on my mind and on my eyes. The only thing I want in my ears are songs I love. I listen and I sing along and the world flips in and out. What I want to paint is so fine-tuned, I prepare to figure it out. My eyes are big and searching for the stuff inside my mood. When I find the inspiration (finally) it goes through the tickings of my brain. I have to let go of more than I ever dare to on any given day. Worries and what-if’s and self doubt, oh yeah. I’m the least perfect thing that ever was. Still…I let go of all those enemies and plunge into the paint. My mood becomes alive as I let it out to play. Don’t talk to me, don’t ask me s**t, don’t turn my music down even a little bit. I need this, need it all to be as I have carefully arranged. My heart is racing, my eyes are darting. It’s best if you just leave me alone when I’m art-ing. I see the stuff appear on the paper, trees or lines or you. Whatever has grabbed me enough to do this, I’m grateful to it, or you. At some point it’s done and over. The bad wins out over good most times and my hands clench into fists. It’s my opinion, harsh and final, that is the one that counts. F*****g lines! F*****g disproportionate face! F**k you colors in a rage! But when it’s good it feels so good. It’s healthy pride and my smiling face. I love it. Either way. © 2016 Enigma MonsterFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on October 5, 2016 Last Updated on October 25, 2016 AuthorEnigma MonsterCanadaAboutHi. So I've written most of my life, in some form or another. Now it's like an addiction. It's like a drug I have to take sometimes. I think what I'm addicted to is that feeling that comes after you'v.. more..Writing
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