Like Holding A Butterfly Or A Heartbeat

Holding my paint brush is like holding a magic stick.

Like the best heroin rush you could ever have, except even better.

With the paint brush,

my mind is going a million thoughts a minute; it explodes.

I could feel the energy of all the beautiful things I wanna create,

then I zoom into my own world where I could have flying horses and talking flowers.

Anything I want

I’m in control.

It’s my world,

my thoughts.

As the energy is giving me a head rush,

I could feel it moving through my eyes, hand and arms blooming into a beautiful painting.