And what you'll find is, your highness Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness - J. Cole, January 28th*
And because they have never before seen a naked soul, they ask me if I am being deliberately provocative with my pen.
And then I paint.
So that they too can undress that mental amnion that has cocooned them since birth; which itself became still-born as it was followed by an undying funeral of parental expectations.
And then I paint.
So that they too can reclaim that aborted clay and mould their burial into gestation, and shatter their amnion coffins from the asphyxiating breath of non-existence to the respiratory lust of Being.
And then I paint.
So that I too can remember that I am they. A victim ******* into the darkness of lost light, dreams deferred at birth; who still focuses his pen on this canvas to cure his own blindness, to see and paint his naked soul before me,
which we then call Life.
I couldn't sleep.
Also, I wanted to figure out if this whole 'artist' thing is worth it after all. I think it is... I think. I hope. It is.