art, then more art
It has blue, purple, and green. Paint thick on the canvas
The next is smooth and silky, eyes craved in with breath taking detail
I walk into the next room and see spray paint covering a wall, people whispering about it
I feel creativity itching inside of me, about to burst if I don’t get a paint brush
Museums make my head crazy, new ideas zooming around in my brain smacking into each other
But I love it, I love the ideas, I love feeling creative
And on the way out, I’m counting down the days I can go back
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