Writing My Novel 2

She left her favorite moment to explain herself. To those poor souls who would listen. See; her pants were set on fire. By a poet she met online. And his intensity of explaining the phemonon of twin souls scared her. Into the next century. It sparked a rage inside, Along with a sexuality beyond human comprehention. So she slipped back inside her artistic mind. Then she got an idea. To bring out her oil crayons. A medium she never worked with before. And with frenzied intensity. She scribbled all over his face for 30 minutes. Using the intensity of color at her disposal. She created her masterpiece. And in the process of schizoid flow there were faces hidden beneath her raging. So she titled the piece: IM GOING TO DRAW ALL OVER YOUR FACE UNTIL YOU BELIEVE THE SCHIZIOD IN MY CRAYONS. Beneath the abstractedess of her vivid colors. She took a picture and took notice. That this poets energy, however negative, sparked another fire inside her. One of abstract art to express the deep meaning in relationships. Her undoing. Then she thought to herself. There's a gifted manager where she works who always talks about his vision for the future. And how she loves to pay attention to others visions of the future. And it's intrinsic in her being to want to help in making others visions become a reality. Then she had an aha moment. And thought to herself. That's why I appreciate this manager so much. He's an artist just like myself. What a time I'm having in my life she felt in her being. Creating visual art, writing. and participating in other artists visions. Her life right now is almost complete. Dedicated to And a Big Thank You to Store Scott. An Artistic Soul Much Appreciated. Queensryche. Silent Lucidity. Is always my song about you...