I don't know what to mold.
I am an artist though, right? I should be able to just have thoughts rush into my head abbout what I want this sculpture to look like and what emotions I want it to convey.
Total writer's block.
Or "artist's block", if you wanna get technical with it.
I usually molded clay into a sculpture that was beautiful; shapes with bright, exuberant colors. I once shaped a sculpture into what looked like a clam and painted it turquoise. It reminded me of those blissful moments at the beach with the wind rushing through my hair, those miraculous moments when the sand, almost white, turned dark brown as the ocean enveloped it like a blanket for a moment or two.
I feel...
like that's impossible now.
Ever since I met her, the way she manipulated and used people, the way she only cared for herself, her cold hearted-ness...
She drowned out all the good in the world I used to see.
But most important and unnerving of it all...the way those dark green eyes, dotted with gold specks peered through you like she could see into your soul and know your every weakness, the way they grew ever so dark as her grin went from kindness to malice.
That color...
...That color...
...Color...
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Ophiuchus
SpiritualA collection of "stories" I wrote, some from years ago, some from now; this book with be constantly evolving and growing. If you love philosophy, humor...just pure chicken soup for the existential soul, than you will love this!
