I went outside for the first time today, it was nice. The air seemed clearer around me, like it was meant to be this way. Has my normal way of life disrupted nature's way of life? Too many thoughts, I tread on. Michael's automatic doors parted ways for me, as if the store was expecting someone, anyone. The smell of plastic fall pumpkins made me emotional, I remind myself, I am here for paint. I grab a few canvases, some brushes, and a plethora of paints of different varieties: semi-gloss, glossy, matte, metallic, pastel, glitter. The world seems so matte now that there aren't any more semi glosses, metallics, or glitters to splatter all over it. Stop thinking, just go check out. The checkout line moves quickly, almost too quickly. I get to the beginning of the line and lookup. How could I forget? How could it all just fade away? Am I dreaming? Reality snaps back, smirking as if it just taught me a lesson. I ran out of Michael's, hearing the beepy thing that catches thieves fade away. Things fell out of my arms as did small tears out of my eyes. It didn't matter, it's not like anyone would pick them up. The things I dropped would be waiting for my next arrival to pick them up again and give them use. The wave of comfort I had when I got home was unmeasurable. I got all my supplies and just went at it. A beautiful girl with blue hair and a blue shirt. This girl didn't look particularly happy, it looked like she didn't want to be on my paper. Though I put her in this situation, it was as if she wanted to rip herself off of it, even though she was the main focus. I didn't really want to paint anyways.
