Today I seen a canvas. It was at least 5ft by 5ft. I fell in love. Nothing more makes my heart skip a beat than when I am looking at, creating, or dreaming of art. Only writing comes close to the feeling I get. Writing is my base. The canvas is what I crave. Ordinary photos collected over the years. Pasted collages fill my notebooks. My wall is a mural dedicated solely to my mind. Oh the things dreams are made of. I need to express before I explode. I have put the need for a creative outlet off too long. I shall create. I shall marvel at my creation. I need to be successful at this. I need it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Entertainment. Falling rain. Darkness surrounding. Shadows exploring. Dreams ripping. Nightmares tearing. Lazy days. Hazy eyes. Up. Up. I rise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The feelings I have need to be shared. Most appropriately through color and paint. Through photo and sketch. It isn't easy being a dreamer. A lunatic. Picasso was left handed. Jimi Hendrix too. All the greats. I feel great too. Deep down inside. I'm meant for more than just the ordinary. I believe we all are at some point. Meant for something more. Ready for the splendor of life. The riches of genius. The glory of becoming what you know you are meant to be. Someday. And someday. I will be fine for once and for all. I am done for now.