A quote, I found, one night as I headed home alone in the rain. It was one of Albert Einstien's. It read, "The key to creativity is knowin how to die your sources."
I rolled the slip of paper up and around my finger as I trotted down the street once again.
Without looking at the road, I bumped into someone.
It was a girl with gleaming blue eyes and this violet coloured hair. She looked worried and almost to the point of tears.
"Sorr—" I started and she pushed away and past me. She smelled of vanilla and coconuts, one of those tropical smells you wouldn't find in our crappy, run-down town.
I whirled around to see her bent over and searching the ground hopelessly for something. Then, I felt the paper that was still wrapped around my finger. Maybe that was what she was searching for.
"Hey," I tapped her lightly on the shoulder as she jumped up and onto her feet and back away slowly as I held out the slip of paper. "Is this what you're looking for?"
The girl quickly snatched the paper away and smiled quickly before running off.
I followed her a little bit just to make sure she was okay and then found myself to behold a giant mural full of colours and history of who knows what. Swirls danced along the concrete and hard, sharp edges burned onto it. Everything about that mural was beautiful and breath taking. It was even more when the girl stepped out and led me in front of it.
She took my hand and placed it against the painting and thought I heard all the secrets that people died to hear and share, all the music that wasn't composed, all the tears that were noshed and all the laughter that was kept away.
And in the middle, something that spoe out loug and clearly were the words "The key to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."
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