Thoughts & Arizona
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Last published Wed, Apr 1, 2015
I wonder what it’s like to be someone’s muse.
I’ve had a few people now that have ignited so much passionate art for me,
but I’ve yet to inspire anyone I’m aware of to that fire.
I’ve simply been left for another who knows how to incite riots against the grain, & to paint those memories we made as vividly as I can recall even years after the moment.
It must be such a profound feeling, inciting a riot in someone’s soul. A riot so passionate and raw they completely demolish everything in their wake.
A riot so tempting it breeds a path to selfish desire. A riot so wonderful they could leave a hopeless fool to wonder, why isn’t he capable of the spark with simple, childish love
I wouldn’t know what the face of that riot looks like. It’s never barreled towards me.
I wouldn’t know how to begin to tolerate it knowing everything I know about what lies behind it. Everything I know about who lies behind it.
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