I Crave Art.

in lulls I am stabbed by stagnation

my minds serenity is choked by paint fumes

and I am cornered, covered in 

ultramarine oil: pastel, slimy, and opaque.

my skin peels away, 

revealing blank canvas

my hair falls out in clumps, 

which I adjoin to make soft bristles

my curves become jagged 

and my thoughts fragmented

conscious thoughts seep through the cracks

my ego seeps through the cracks

self confidence and timeliness morph 

into complementary colors

blues, oranges, and reds

shades of grey envelope me,

my vision is black and white now.

I must paint.