flying backwards

cool breeze.

warm squeeze.

contemplating a moment of ease.

secret rumors escape through breath,

collapsing lung and life.

driven by the delicacy of time,

hands fall forward.

and motions move back like the raging undercurrent.

drawn as thick, red velvet curtains

the dust dances off the fringes.

then,

 the lights go out.

end scene.

this doesn't mean everything has to be over.

I got heavy inspiration for this piece from a magazine.  Although not exactly the same, I still feel like a knock off artist.  I'm currently trying to force my decline in creativity to come to a halt.  Mainly because I'm sick of staring at the blank sheets of paper in my notebook with pen in hand for hours on end, then setting them both down with nothing to show for it.  So, if I have to get more than a little inspiration from other things, I'll take that from now.  Hopefully it'll be a good exercise to get my own creative juices flowing.

My guitar was adapted from some Indian henna designs.  I wanted to add more at the top, but I started to over analyze it in my head.  I hate when that happens.  Anyways, this is phase I, hopefully I'll be able to add some more soon.