Aesthetic

PAUL CEZANNE: BATHERS

One of my favorite painters,

was Paul Cézanne.

The way he worked with colors

and his imagination

took my breath away.

But lately,

even his art was not enough

to take even the slightest breath away.

It's been almost five days,

since I've seen Lydia.

I do not regret that night

even if my life depended on it.

I catch myself

daydreaming about her.

I had to see her again soon

before I lose my mind.

It was a need.

"Wow, Evan.

Have you not heard of porn?

Why do you need to

get off from naked people

in paintings?"

No,

why God why.

I didn't want to turn

and face the devil.

I began walking away,

until Tatianna grabbed ahold of me.

"Hey,

don't ignore me."

Look, I don't want anything to

do with you.

You screwed me over;

Not to mention the fact

I had to get seven stitches.

I escaped from her hold,

and continued my way to the lounge

until she held on once again.

"Evan, baby, that was the past.

I'm sorry that I cracked your head open

with a lamp!

Ever since I saw you at Paloma and I's

shared apartment,

I couldn't stop thinking of you.

Let me make it up to you,

the right way."

Never have I ever been so disgusted.

Even with her seductive tone,

I wanted nothing with her.

Stay away from me, Tatianna.

"Don't worry,

I'll get you in my pants like

I almost did that night after Cielo's."

Shock took over.

And she knew too

from the look in her

dark brown eyes.

With a wink,

she was gone.