Artistry

Ripples of color, light and sound breeze by me like a breath of fresh air. Smallest details turn my heart into lava bubbling with excitment and passion at the mere prospect of the creativity about to wash over me, like a cold ocean wave that is both terrifying and invigorating all at the same time.

Spotlight

Stoplight in this spotlight. Another time to get into the limelight. Another chance to get over this stage fright and fight for a chance to stand out.

Roof

the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.

My hair, the flaming roof of my brain, engulfs my thoughts with a red tinged subtlety that few understand.

My fellow gingers know, when you see a flaming roof...

You don't run away.

You dive inside to see what is bubbling just underneath the inferno.

We don't need no water let the mother fucker burn.

One word: Grid

hardened corners, small squares filled with air. an endless maze of right angles that attempt to fill the void of space. a place for everything and everything in its place. but whose face in this space can place a smile on mine?

(this is my first attempt. be gentle :) )