Fluid

Day 1

I can't stop, it's in my blood, and one of the best escapes I have, from my head to my toes, I will create until my blood hardens, to create the last painting in this shell of a soul.  I'm not trying to be poetic, I'm just gibbering out what makes sense in my head at this point in time, it's funny when my subconscious jumps in while the conscious is barely awake, it's like an eclipse between logic and wtf.