Clearing the storm

Blaring up the eardrums with vibrant lyrics. Just notes of sweet blues hitting my core. The words of ragged emotions floating within.

Soon the art comes out of me. Flowers. That was the majority of my painting tonight. And then I stop.

Just waiting for the moment of something spontaneous to rush into play. And nothing does. Only for the sake of slowing the mind down. This repeat of curing the rapid heartbeat.

The reasoning to just halt for a while. And then the brain throbs throughout. Though as I get sidetracked through research, I just place ice on the head and work it out.

So now off the painting. Just letting everything dry for another day. Brushes absorbing their watery grave. Acrylic paint Clinging to their last bits a hair.  Then dissolves.

Flowers. Irises, violets, roses, poppies, lilies and daisies decorated canvases today. I would like to think I was productive. Alas I am not sure to whom but myself.

Clearly the storm in my head has emptied and the rain of shocks have ceased. Indeed I am ready for my midnight early morn snack.

And then the chain of events fall into place. So I hope. Just the off opportunity that they don't *shrugs* live life as good as I can. But for now, pizza and tater tots plus water.

So enjoy the early morning as I do whether you are sleeping, working or just lounging.