I want inspiration to burst through
my subconscious into the reality
Of a cruel world
With its jagged edges and harsh grey matter

So that I can affect people with beauty
That has been thrust into my life

I want it to run free like giggling children in a meadow
And have no leash to keep me within boundaries

Eyes opening in awe of the most miniscule detail
To the vast majority of it all

Brushstrokes spinning a mad dance
Color weaving in and out of the most secluded of sections

The canvas slowly tugging your emotions through the glass barrier
Triggering your mind so memories will start to trickle
down into your being
Electrifying your view of the world.

Let me create that for you