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,
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.